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Sunday, October 08, 2006

The Price of a Slave - part 1

This is where and how it started in America - the profiteering from black lives. Today it’s different but the same, none the less.
If I could only explain in words how long it took me 2 formulate this article. Anything I had 2 say on the subject could only b biased, so I stopped searching, waited and observed - the lives that we as black people live. What I learned and what I knew could never b told in these few lines. This is my outline of sorts and each month I will continue this Title as a series, until I have completed the purging of my soul.
Let's start with the increasing negative impact that law enforcement policies in America continues 2 have on the demise of the black man, the black family, the black community and ultimately our future generations. The first pledge/law of every law enforcement official is “to serve and protect”. The question, however, is who do they serve and protect?
Black people understand that we became a commodity long before we stepped foot on American soil. 4 2 long we have been prisoners in a capitalist system - n e system that uses people as profit, 2 generate cash flow - that continues 2 rob us of the one thing that all people r endowed with from birth - LIFE & the freedom 2 live it in pursuit of happiness. How is it that we have allowed this 2 b taken away from us? Was the lure so much better than the wait? Who was it that taught us such little value 4 LIFE - our life, our neighbor’s life, n e life. This is the fall of the black man!
Shackled and chained he is led in straight file through the doors, down the darkened tunnel that echoes the cries of stolen freedoms. Stolen because sum1 else is profiting from this caged energy, while we r robbed of the vitality & creativity that these lives bring. Now, I am not condemning capitalism, for then I’ll b condemning society. Rather I only look 2 present what history continues 2 shows us daily – that 4 the black nation more than n e, there is a need 4 creative action towards a way of life other than that which we have lost so much 2, yet continue 2 gain so little.
How can we as a race of people continue 2 live under such dehumanizing conditions and still expect 2 achieve? When will the growing inequalities and losses (of freedoms and lives) b enough? When will we stop waiting for our “40 acres & a mule”? Though this issue has grown into a global beast, affecting peoples from all walks of life, I speak 2 the black nation because we created, feed, and perpetuate the existence of this beast.
Every aspect of the black experience is a microcosm of things 2 come for society as a whole. Look at the history of the world and how closely it mirrors the history of the black nation. It has long been known that with the enslavement of the black nation, so goes the enslavement of the world. However, there r ways around this. If it is up 2 the powers that b, the black nation will b the next extinct race. Just like the native Indians who now count their numbers in eights rather than a whole.

Black man arrested for walking in the street! That is what should b printed on the front page of the herald. While walking home from the store one afternoon, a young black man happened 2 cross on the wrong side of the street on the right way home. Before he crossed, he noticed a black impala parked in front of a house. Sitting of the hood were 2 black youth apparently talking with a hispanic youth, who was standing on the street side of the car. The young man figured cool, no problem. But upon passing he was called out by the hispanic youth, “Yo, come over here!” “Who the hell r u?”, he answered back. Then he saw it, shining in the darkness…the gold shield. “Show some ID!” “For what!”, he answered. “For walking by and disrupting my business! U should know once u peeped game, not 2 cross this way.” At this point he figured this cop had just stopped these 2 under suspicion – 2 them all young, black men r criminals. Upon hearing the story, I figured this was a crooked cop handing his business on the block. U go figure. Either which way, it ended with the 2 youth going free and the passer-by being arrested. Reason – suspended license. Now was the passer-by walking or driving, I forget?
So, the message i’m getting for this city officials is that it is no longer safe 4 a black man 2 walk the streets without being harassed at the slightest whim. This takes in2 account racial profiling (can’t drive without stress) and a penal system created to further enslave the black nation, separating black families and destroying black communities. I have 2 take a break here, if not I risk going off in2 tangents - other casual factors related 2 the issue at hand.
C U in a few weeks.

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