Rory (10 years old) &
Never (6 years old)
"Color hate defined the place of Black life
as below that of white life..."
Richard Wright, Black Boy (1945)
How do I prepare my sons, teach them to avoid and/or navigate, emerge unschated from the peril of...walking while Black?
I HATE this race-conscious shit. That's the primary reason I have not commented about Trayvon Martin's murder: the obvious injustice of the refusal to arrest (33 days and counting), the 911 calls [and many people's decisions (lay and professional) to not believe their 'lying ears'], the patently bullshit, and ever changing, self-serving, C.Y.A. explanations (from both the murderer, the Sanford Police Dept., and their defenders), the steadily increasing smearing of a murdered Black boy's life (by some members of the 4th Estate, who seem to have no shame, ruthlessly negatively using their the 'power of the pen'). It's all so obvious, despicable and just plain...sad. I wanted no part of any of it.
But with the release of the 'Zimmerman-Sanford-Police-station's-vid-feed' - I can no longer hold my tongue - what more does it have to take for this man to be arrested and charged? Why does the murder of a Black boy have to clear such ridiculous hurdles before an official inquiry is sought, an arrest made? It boggles the mind!
My Fantastic 4!
I have three sons (one is an angel ;-) and a daugther. Yes, they are bi-racial and are nearly as 'light' in skin color as their German/Irish father, but as the Obama/Birther movement has made clear - all that will ever matter, in the eyes of many, is their 'black blood.' While I always suspected this truth, it was confirmed to me the first time my eldest child was called a Nigger to his face - at the time, Rory was 9 years old (8 July 2011, yes, I'll never forget that day/date).
But the reason I've decided to comment now, what haunts (and has been haunting) me the most, are the cries of Trayvon's mother (Sybrina Fulton). Her cries for simple justice literally make my heart ache. My heart aches not only for her loss (of her beloved son), but also in the fact that her son was murdered for...walking down a street while being Black. She knows (as we all do) that her son was targeted as being 'suspicious' b/c of the very fact of his skin color - a fear that every mother has for her Black son(s). The fear I have, the fear that grows as my sons do, the fear that will never leave me.
In this photo are my beloved, gorgeous, smart, kind and sweet sons. But as I look at this photo, and write this post, I am reminded that either Rory and/or Never could be Trayvon Martin. May yet become Trayvon Martin. There but for the grace of God, go I.
"Whatever effects one directly, affects one indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality." - Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.
No justice, no peace...
Vivire! Rire! Aimer!