Stolen Black Lives…At The Hands Of Our Own

Black people have been killing other Black folks for over three hundred years. Chicago, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Dallas, New York, Cincinnati, Detroit, and every other major city in the United States has Black citizens that involve themselves in heinous crimes including homicide. This phenomenon is sad but it is nothing new. 

    

How many Black people have to be killed before we realize that something has to change and collectively initiate something different?  One person getting killed is too many. Whether it is murdering each other or law enforcement violence, at what point do we say, “Stop it”?

Sure, this statement is an oversimplification of a complex issue that involves systemic oppression, racism, self-hate, unemployment, miseducation, mass incarceration, low socioeconomic status, drug trafficking and usage, money, low self-esteem and self-worth, gangs, mental health issues, history of slavery and modern day servitude, colorism, neglectful parenting, etc., but is murder the only option when circumstances don’t fall within our favor or our expectations are not met?    

 

Who is to blame for the lives lost, and the lives that will be lost if none or only a few of us do anything different than what we did yesterday (when lives were lost)?

In an informal discussion I had the other day, a colleague of mine mentioned how tired she was of hearing about the same heartbreaking stories that involve slain Black lives.  I agreed, shook my head, and responded that we (Black folks) have been in this destructive cycle ever since I can remember. For many Black families, violence is normal and expected.

While most of us have been lucky or blessed to maneuver around or escape catastrophic events, we have family members, friends, or know of someone who has been directly affected by arbitrary acts of viciousness. Sadly, we have a very familiar and peculiar relationship with aggression that leads to death.

 

It seemed that at one point in our history, we were more likely to agree to disagree with one another and be okay with it. Sure, there was crime here and there but it wasn’t at the same rate as it is today. What happened to us talking things out, compromise, decency, or even humility?

Well, upon reflection, I just remembered some of the messages I got growing up regarding how compromise or walking away is not an option (that still happens today for many youth).  Here are some of the items that I learned as an adolescent and young adult:

 

1.      “You can’t be a real man if you show humility or weakness at any moment of time.” 

2.     “Never allow anyone to disrespect you.” 

3.     “Don’t be anybody’s punk.” 

4.     “Snitches get stitches.”

5.     “Don’t talk to anyone when something is wrong.” 

6.     “Man up and don’t act like a bitch.”    

7.     “Take care of you and yours at all costs.”

8.     “You better come strapped.”

9.     “Don’t make me pop my trunk.”

10.  “Better him to go [die] than me.”

This skewed sense of reality of how Black folks should adjust socially when there is real or perceived threats is problematic because it creates and maintains a sense of vigilance and feelings of survival. This form of hypermasculinity keeps us overly sensitive to any slights and prevents us from having compassion or empathy to one another because we are too damn afraid to say, “I’m angry,” “My feelings are hurt,” or “I want something better for my family.” Some of us internalize everything.

Others of us cognitively reframe nothing to become something, and something to become everything, that can only be released by the removal of someone who probably had no meaningful influence in our lives. We need to stop. We need to engage differently in our communities.  We need to think about the impact of how we seemingly enable violent behavior by doing nothing.  With all of the Black lives being stolen from us, when will we do something different than what we did yesterday?