Ive never said these words aloud, especially in regards to this subject. But I am afraid, afraid of the police. In life I have always thought the law was right and just and protection. But I remember watching an episode of Fresh Prince in my adolescents to early teens where Carlton Banks was jailed and arrested for driving a neighbors car and not being heard out, and was finally allowed to go when his father arrived to get him. It shattered me to think that this could be a reality, or was I nieve and sheltered, maybe I wasnt aware of the color of my skin that matters such as these didnt effect me. But it was a sad truth that to this day and in this present hour so many of our black men have poor, rich or otherwise have to face this fear, fight a war in which they cant fight back from, against people who took an oath to act as enforcers of the law, not executioners. I fear the red white and blue sometimes when I ride in my car, will they see my education, my goals the aspirations in life or will they see the color of my skin? Where does this end, I feel like in high school my counterparts relayed messages of F*** the police, and I always said No they are there to help, but I see and understand the anger and rage. Where does my life hang in the balance, compared to the color of my skin? I welcome all thoughts to this conversation.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 00:54:23 +0000
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