I’m really going to need you to
stop murdering unarmed Black men in the streets. Come on, let’s be honest with each other,
between you and I, you know this is getting out of control, right? I get it, I really do. You don’t see Black people as humans. You hate us for our music, our slang, and the
way we wear our clothes. I understand, I
really do. You think we are inherently
criminal, loud, lazy and that we are the reason that everything is wrong with
this country of yours. I would say
country of ours, both yours and mine considering I was born here, my parents,
grandparents, great grandparents and my great-great grandparents were born here
as well. They were slaves but technically
that made them citizens, or 3/5ths of one at least. My
lineage in this country is long and I have just as much right to life, liberty,
and the pursuit of happiness as you do. But,
let’s be honest it’s not my country at all.
It’s your world, you run it, and you have decided that people who look
like me are underserving of sharing the air that you breathe.
You might not think so but I
understand you very well. You watch Fox
News every night, you obsess over hating Obama, you hate Mexicans for taking
American jobs and speaking that damn Spic language, you hate Muslims because they
are all terrorist towel heads, you dislike Asians, well, just because they are
aren’t white. But it’s those niggers you
hate the most, isn’t it? You hate us
because you believe we are inherently criminal, inherently stupid, inherently deserving
of being slaughtered like pigs, don’t you?
You despise us because our hair is wooly and disgusting to you. Our lips and noses are repulsive to you,
hideous. And if we’re being honest with
each other, and we can be, you hate Black men for having bigger dicks because
it’s not fair that your little penis is so small but you know in your heart
that you are supposed to be superior. In
all fairness, we can’t do anything about the proportions of our features, we
are not responsible for that, we have no control over our genetics. Even though so many of us covet your stringy,
limp hair, your thin lips, and your pale, pasty skin, altering our aesthetics
to conform to your narrow standards of beauty, you don’t really hate EVERYTHING
about Black people, do you? Shhhhh, I
know your secret. I know that at home,
in private, you secretly lust after that big, hard, strong, thick, BLACK
cock. You want your wife to be fucked by
it, you want to sexually submissive to it.
You want to worship it like it’s your God and you lust after it to the
point of obsession. When you put on that
uniform, however, when you put on that badge and that gun and you’re around
your good ole boys, you can’t let anyone know your secrets so you tell those
nigger jokes, you tase us for not wearing a seat belt or waiting for our
children, you use illegal choke holds to restrain us , choking the life out of
us, and you shoot us over and over and over again to prove to yourself and the
world that you really are superior, that we are nothing more than scum that
needs to be disposed of like trash.
But, if we are being completely
fair, just between you and I, it’s really your fault that Blacks are in the
socio-economic position we are in and the criminal behaviors that result from
being denied equality for so long. Well,
maybe not you personally but white people as a whole. It was the overwhelming and offensively
arrogant ego of white people who decided that strong, beautiful, resilient bodies
of Africans were unworthy of freedom; it was whites who decided that people of
African descent had to labor like beasts, with no education, no income, no
right to their heritage, culture, or history, to build a country for which they
got no credit. You know that you and your friends do more drugs
and alcohol than Black people could ever dream of doing. You know that you are more sexually deviant
than Black people ever could hope to be.
Deep down inside you know that it’s not Blacks who are inherently
inferior at all, don’t you? Black people
aren’t inherently criminal or lazy or stupid.
We really aren’t. If we are less
advantaged than whites, it’s because you wanted us to be. You stop us from getting jobs that could
provide for our families, you don’t want us to be educated so that we could be
equal to you, you put us in prison for things you turn a blind eye to when your
neighbor does it. You want us to be
relegated to a life of despair and poverty with no hope and now you are killing
us because we are victims of a system that archetypal “you” put in place
centuries ago. As much as you don’t want
to admit it, as much as you are in denial that there are long-term, tangible,
and compound consequences to the legacy that is slavery, you are murdering us
for something that is not of our own doing, not our fault at all. That’s . . . not very fair.
So, Mr. white police officer, I’m
going to beg you to not massacre us like animals in the streets so you can hide
your conflicted and tormented beliefs. I’m
going to beg you not to leave our bodies laying in the streets for hours. I’m pleading with the part of you that is
just and fair and right to not fill our beautiful brown bodies with lead so
that you might not ever have to reconcile your very racist beliefs and your conflicted
sexual desires. We do not deserve to be
murdered for circumstances that we did not create, for the inner demons you are
unwilling to fight.
Sincerely,
The mother of a movement to
educate and enlighten, Scottie
Lowe.
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