no justice, no peace. another black man shot dead in the streets.
<< thoughts by POPS
at 5:59 PM
on Friday, April 25, 2008
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2 responses to the thoughts from the peanut gallery >>
"I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, son
Hope change get here before the revolution come!"
how do you quantify the gut-wrenching psychological effects of urban crime?
to see a human with a hole in his head from a man-made weapon as he lay on a sidewalk is not something that is easily removed from the banks of your memory.
on wednesday, shots rang out in a nearby housing development (si, los projectos, son) and the genius dudes doing the running figured they'd cut through the neighboring park and playground to get away from whoever they were blasting at. it is a playground that my son and i have ventured to plenty of times in the last 3 years and it pains me that this town is poised once again for another proverbial hot ghetto summer where the bodies of young black, latino, and cape verdean men will again drop to the ground limp like the flies we swat on Edisto Island porches.
I am just as concerned and aggravated at today's acquittal of the three officers who shot Sean Bell dead a few hours before his wedding in 2006. How can you not be mad at a system that acquits police officers who are supposed to protect and serve, yet locks a man up for 3 years for tax evasion. How do you qualify such inequitable justice?
I've wrestled between being a fuq-the-police and a fuq-the-n!ggas complex for a long time. Well, fuq both of them. I will admit to being more incensed by the mass murder of cats in the streets by other cats who look like them than by police shootings; because - to me at least - they seem to happen rather infrequently in comparison. Yet, there is no rationale in the world that can refute the fact that an unarmed father/fiancee lost his life unnecessarily from 50 shots.
I gotta defer to Papoose, yo.
My brain is fried, my body is weary, and my heart is heavy. And folks wondered why Michelle Obama said she was just now proud of this country. They took her and Jeremiah Wright to task for saying what was proven accurate today; the more some things change, the more they stay the same. And yet I cannot help but think the outrage and anger felt by many is not as intense and feverish as all of the brothers killing brothers day in and day out; from Boston to Chicago to Philly. Let me go ahead and get back to trying the change the face of my ghetto neighborhood. And hug my peoples tight. Vent over. EOF.
"He got some better manners
but let's see if we get some better policy
Don’t fall for it
it's all tricknology
Hope the change get here
before they try to body me"
-Papoose, "50 Shots"
Hope change get here before the revolution come!"
how do you quantify the gut-wrenching psychological effects of urban crime?
to see a human with a hole in his head from a man-made weapon as he lay on a sidewalk is not something that is easily removed from the banks of your memory.
on wednesday, shots rang out in a nearby housing development (si, los projectos, son) and the genius dudes doing the running figured they'd cut through the neighboring park and playground to get away from whoever they were blasting at. it is a playground that my son and i have ventured to plenty of times in the last 3 years and it pains me that this town is poised once again for another proverbial hot ghetto summer where the bodies of young black, latino, and cape verdean men will again drop to the ground limp like the flies we swat on Edisto Island porches.
I am just as concerned and aggravated at today's acquittal of the three officers who shot Sean Bell dead a few hours before his wedding in 2006. How can you not be mad at a system that acquits police officers who are supposed to protect and serve, yet locks a man up for 3 years for tax evasion. How do you qualify such inequitable justice?
I've wrestled between being a fuq-the-police and a fuq-the-n!ggas complex for a long time. Well, fuq both of them. I will admit to being more incensed by the mass murder of cats in the streets by other cats who look like them than by police shootings; because - to me at least - they seem to happen rather infrequently in comparison. Yet, there is no rationale in the world that can refute the fact that an unarmed father/fiancee lost his life unnecessarily from 50 shots.
I gotta defer to Papoose, yo.
My brain is fried, my body is weary, and my heart is heavy. And folks wondered why Michelle Obama said she was just now proud of this country. They took her and Jeremiah Wright to task for saying what was proven accurate today; the more some things change, the more they stay the same. And yet I cannot help but think the outrage and anger felt by many is not as intense and feverish as all of the brothers killing brothers day in and day out; from Boston to Chicago to Philly. Let me go ahead and get back to trying the change the face of my ghetto neighborhood. And hug my peoples tight. Vent over. EOF.
"He got some better manners
but let's see if we get some better policy
Don’t fall for it
it's all tricknology
Hope the change get here
before they try to body me"
-Papoose, "50 Shots"
