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Killing Our Children In The Night

Alice Walker, Gather . . .

Who are these people
that kill our children in the night?
Murder our brothers in broad daylight?
Refuse to see themselves in us
as we have strained, over centuries,
to see ourselves in them?

In the last ten minutes of his life Vonderrit Myers walked “into a night every parent in America cannot begin to imagine. A night every black person in America knows is coming and that the next one coming could be them–might as well be them–every time they imagine the high caliber bullet shattering his cheek bone, eye socket, aorta . . .”

Minority neighborhoods have become lethal hunting grounds, deadly killing zones where police are the predators.

Sometimes they hunt alone.

Sometimes they hunt in packs.

Like wolves.

Dr. Marsha Coleman-Adebayo . . .

Kajieme Powell, a 25 year-old mentally disabled man, was killed by St. Louis police days after the murder of Michael Brown. No charges were brought against the police officers who shot him multiple times. Michael Brown was profiled and executed as he walked in the street. A grand jury decision is expected in early November in which white men compose the majority of grand jury panelists. No one will be surprised if Officer Darren Wilson is never charged with Michael’s murder. And, no one will be surprised if the police officers who murdered Vonderrit Myers and Kajieme Powell are never charged with their murders.

Gather.
Come see what stillness
lies now
in the people’s broken
hearts.

THE KILLING HAS TO STOP.

Can you hear me, America? Can you hear me?
Through the dark night, far away?

Coleman-Adebayo . . .

These deaths are not the result of hundreds of individual “bad apples” in police forces throughout the United States; these deaths are not accidents of nature, poor police training or officers fearful for their lives. Since Africans were brought to the US these deaths are part and parcel of the programming and desired outcome—the pacification, intimidation, population control and emotional scarring that is necessary to force African-Americans into becoming a pliant and subservient population that accepts minimum wages, apartheid-level education, job discrimination, premature deaths, exploitation of labor, emotional trauma, murder of our children by police, mass incarceration and sub-standard living conditions without resistance. The murders must be seen as a part of the desired outcome to disenfranchise African-Americans in order to have access to a cheap pool of labor and to discourage fighting for their humanity.

That’s what this is about. That’s what this has always been about.

It is still hard to believe
that millions of us saw Eric Garner die
He was a big man, too. They must have felt
like clumsy midgets
as they dragged him down.

And kept him down, and cuffed him, and choked him until he couldn’t breathe, and then choked him some more.

Who are these people
that kill our children in the night?
Murder our brothers in broad daylight?
Who are these beings?

They’re racists with badges, racists with guns, pathological liars who kill and collect paychecks for it.
That’s who they are.

There’s only one way out of this, only one way to put an end to these executions, only one way to redeem this country . . .

Our passion
and love for ourselves
must at last unite
and free us.
As we put our sacrificed
beloveds
to rest in our profound
and ample caring:
broad,
ever moving,
and holy,
as the sea.

It is time for unity, it is time for solidarity, it is time for civil disobedience. Long past time. We will be slandered for it, we will be vilified, we will be accused of lawlessness, but civil disobedience is the opposite of lawlessness. It is devotion to the highest ideals, it is the most sacred form of patriotism, it is transcendent sacrifice on behalf of all of humanity.

It is the only way home.

Freedom is calling to us, from across a sea of sacrifice. We must sail the stormy waters of that sea, we must reach the other side . . .

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