Black Friday

Sorry people no sales here. Black Fridays is a post dedicated to the advancement of human integration and the elimination of segregation(line by Jon). The events that took place in downtown Columbus, Ohio last night woke a beast that should never need to see the light of day. Many years after the emancipation proclamation slavery still exists. The physical chains have been traded in for a form of mental captivity. I am no black supremacist but for the rights of decent people I will go the distance.

My friends and I decided to go have a nice night on the town far from the turmoil filled trap. In Columbus I had heard from many minorities that the city hides a prejudice agenda below the surface but I had a hard time believing such things. In an attempt to mingle with the Short North population I experienced stone cold rejection with no rhyme or reason. Me and some friends attempted to walk inside an establishment: Brothers Bar and Grill( http://www.brothersbar.com/) with a supposed mixed crowd. Dressed business/casual trying to enter a place where the norm seemed to be tank tops, flip flops, shorts, and flat-billed hats I caught a glimpse of that evil that was supposed to have died with the civil rights movement. Me and my friend had hats on so in an attempt to show IDs and enter the bar first thing the bouncer said was no flat-billed hats. Instead of being confrontational i said hey you and my sister go ahead inside I will take the hats back to the parking garage and place them in the car. Not expecting this the bouncer and supposed boss man realized they had not gotten rid of me so easily so attempting to quickly put up another roadblock they decided to tell my friend that his pants were to baggy. It would be one thing if he was wearing cargo pants which can be considered bit baggy for high end club attire but he was wearing straight cut khaki pants so now my confusion led to curiosity. I am not one to jump to conclusions and pull the race card which so many African Americans are happy to do I always assume positive intent. So I said "excuse me sir I have some questions then, because I live close by and would like to patronize your establishment." This seemed to have angered my oppressors. My cool was the most important thing to maintain because so often this form of fire must not be met with fire. It is the hopes of such folk that young black men react in a manner which would allow the to label them " Savage" in front of authorities and institutionalize them. This being a concept I am to aware of I avoid it at all costs. In my eagerness to understand what in my attire had broken the bars dress code the bouncer and boss man made the biggest mistake they failed to give a valid reason as to why I was not granted entry. Their quick response "You attitude is in violation of dress code". This was the straw that broke the camels back. I understood that I had just become a victim of a hate crime. Crimes against humanity are crimes that must never go unpunished. I simply explained to my oppressors that what they did tonight was wrong and that they will answer to their god when the time comes. My friends proceeded to call it like they saw it an act of racism but these two men began to ignore us and allow the wasted youth and lost causes in. People with no sign of self control and borderline public belligerents were allowed entry just to add fuel to the flame that was building inside of us. A completely under dressed and highly inebriated Asian male said to my sister " They not letting us in?" and she replied no you can still get in and that is when this man said the truest statement of last night "Oh its a black thing". His nonchalant statement hit heavily in my soul. He was right and this made me disheartened with the state of society and how we have made it okay to single out and undermine groups of people based on false notions and unexplained hatred.

As I wandered off to find another spot to take my business my friends were still upset at what had just taken place. An older African American saw my frustration and stopped to chat with me. A gentleman named Thomas David said " Brothers is a place that is not welcome to brothers. Don't spend your hard earned money to fund racism take your dollars elsewhere. Brothers Bar is a place that embodies the plight of humanity." His kind words put my mind at ease.

I have spent twenty six years of my life creating an environment in which I am proud to live in. to allow two weak men to shatter this dream I constantly seek to sustain would show weakness in the links of my chain. To these gentleman I simply wish their bloodline to be purified in the form of mixed relatives. The world will soon be a complete melting pot and no bloodline will be solely based on one group of people. It is how things must be due to the lines of love being drawn based on human interaction and not on the basis of ethnicity or origin. I am saddened that in our attempt to enjoy some of the life we have left we still must face the struggle our ancestors faced when attempting to eat or drink in certain businesses not to long ago but everything in the dirt must eventually see light, and every dog has his day. All I ask is that we treat each other as equals and force ourselves to be colorblind regardless of the prescription of our glasses or the solidity of our eyesight. I am a human before anything i just happen to be born with a certain pigment and I do not believe this should determine my life it is simply a fact of life and I should be treated with the same respect as any other man. It is my form of silent revolution that I will not support any establishment in which any race can be denied just on basis of race or false stereotypes and I hope this may inspire you to take up arms in the fight for your cause or silent revolution. Any opposition that makes it to the doorstep of the savage leader is not met with opposition it is met with serious thought in order to understand the deeper meaning. God didn't want me to support those who attempt to institutionalize my people and I thank him for such an opportunity to decide in the face of such an unfortunate event. Until next time keep it LYM.

Boston, Bombs, and Bigotry

When tragedy strikes in our country, it has an uncanny ability to bring us all together in a moment where we tear down any politically or socially constructed divisions and grieve together as a nation. During that rare moment, we are all the same people, sharing the same pain. There is no Black, White, Hispanic, Gay, Straight, Conservative, or Liberal. There are only Americans… unless of course you are an Arab or Muslim or anything else that might “look it”.

When tragedy strikes in our country, the immediate reaction for most of us is to send our thoughts and prayers to those who are affected. We try to bear the burden with those directly affected so we may help our nation heal and move past it. For the rest of us however, we become immediately overwhelmed by a relentless anxiety brought on by the fear that whoever caused this tragedy might look like us, have a similar name as us, speak a similar language as us, eat the same foods as us, or pray in the same manner as us.

When tragedy strikes in our country, our immediate reaction is to pray to God in the name of all that is holy and heavenly that whoever did this unspeakable act does not bear even the slightest resemblance to us in any way.

“Please God do not let the guy be an Arab”

“Please God, just please do not let him be Muslim”

“Please, Please, PLEASE don’t let him look like me or my brother or my son”

We aren’t given the privilege of grieving with our fellow Americans; rather we must first grapple with the fact that we are automatic suspects by virtue of the B’s that our parents use in place of their P’s, or the ever-present trifecta of hummus, pita, and olive oil in our kitchens, or inability of our names to be properly transliterated into Latin script. Our first reaction is to become flooded with fear that some misguided soul might blame the tragedy on “our people” and attack us in retaliation. Our first reaction is come to terms with the fact that there is no reason for us not to be a suspect and be detained for no reason. Only after that, if the rest of the nation allows it, can we join in the grieving.

This week’s horrific events in Boston were no different. As the whole nation got together to grieve, many Arabs, Muslims, Sikhs, Indians, Pakistanis, and anyone else who might fit into the carefully constructed stereotype of what a terrorist might look like first had to ready ourselves to become a place for America to rest its cross hairs upon. A process only made more frustrating by the initial reluctance to label the attack as an act of terror due to the lack of a suspect who might fit the bill. This of course is not anything we aren’t used. Yet, we who are all too familiar with the “random” search at the airport know that this discomfort, like the kind brought on by the touch of a TSA agent’s blue rubber gloves, is one that we can never get accustomed to. But it is important to understand where these expectations of what the terrorist will look like come from.

See, in America we are deliberately selective when throwing the “T” word around for any random attack on the public meant to instill fear or terror. There seems to be a set of guidelines that dictate the how this label of terrorism is used in the media and by politicians.

If we take a look at the past and compare two seemingly similar attacks that occurred with the purpose of spreading terror and taking lives. We can see just how different the two cases are and how they are perceived accordingly:

1) If we take the case of the Columbine High shootings in 1999, we can see that a pair of students at columbine high school carried out an attack that killed 13 people.

2) On the other hand, about a decade later in a Fort Hood, Texas military base, a member of the army carried out an attack that killed 13 people.

In the case of the Columbine shootings, we received a narrative of two mentally unstable kids pushed to the edge by constant bullying and ridicule; for all intents and purposes they were victims as well. In the case of the Fort Hood shooting we received the narrative of a deranged bloodthirsty terrorist, nothing more.

So we are left to wonder what made one shooter a terrorist and the others just your run-of-the-mill criminals. The difference is that one shooter was a Muslim, Palestinian Arab whose name was Nidal Malik Hassan while the others were white teenagers from American Suburbia named Dylan and Eric.

When it comes to the labeling a horrendous attack on civilians, our own government plays this game as well. The day after the attack, President Obama bravely declared that any time bombs are used to kill civilians, it is terrorism. But when we apply his own logic to his foreign policy in Afghanistan and Pakistan, it doesn't quite add up. In what is a rare case of true journalism these days, one reporter spoke truth to power by asking White House Press Secretary Jay Carney if the US Drone strike that left 11 Afghani children dead earlier this month constitutes terrorism. It seems a logical association if we use the Presidents own words. Of course the only difference is that the loss of life was caused by our government, in the name of national security making the drone operator who pulled trigger while tucked away safely in a Syracuse military base a national hero, destinction that didn't give Mr. Carney the confidence not to dodge the question. So it really begs the question: of what a terrorist actually looks like?

The fact is there is no answer. You might ask any anyone in, lets say, Ocala, Florida, what a terrorist looks like and they'll probably give you the answer that fits in with the media's masterful proliferation of the the bearded man with a head wrap and explosives strapped to his chest. But ask any child in Pakistan what a Terrorist might look like and he is likely to describe a middle-aged man with a charismatic smile, wearing a crisp blue suit, brandishing a eagle pinned to his lapel. 

When we take a second to look back, we see that there have been a large number of terrorist attacks in this country over the past few decades. A closer look at these attacks shows us that the vast majority of these attacks were carried out by people with names such as McVeigh, Rudolph, Kaczynski, Mathews, Hughes, Crocker, Dillard, and many more that look like they might have been pulled out of a Nebraska phone book. But we forget these Terrorist attacks because we write off the terrorists as anomalous cases that are unrepresentative of the entirety of White America, people who were likely thoroughly unstable as far as sanity is concerned, unlike the Arabs and Muslims of course who are just naturally predisposed to violence.

These stereotypes are further placed in our collective mind when either the FBI or the NYPD fabricate a terror plot by pushing a young, unstable person who “fits the bill” to develop enough aggression to plot an attack on a public space. They then foil their manufactured terror plot just in time to save the day and justify the unending abuses to our civil liberties done in the name of maintaining our security.

It is all of this and more that has its hand in creating the environment that makes us guilty by enculturation when Tragedy strikes. It is these practices used in the media that make it possible for a victim injured in the Boston Terrorist attack to be considered an instant suspect simply because he was running away (like everyone else who was in the vicinity of an explosion), but more so because he was Saudi Arabian and thus suspicious enough to be tackled as he ran (much like a young Black or Latino male walking down a street in Brooklyn is suspicious enough to warrant a his eighth Stop-and-Frisk search in the span of 3 weeks).  This carefully constructed imagery of terrorists, acts a barrier in allowing our country to truly unite in the face of tragedies such as that which occurred in Boston. It creates a second set of potential victims who could fall prey to bigoted attacks made in retaliation to terror attacks, and further opens the wounds we’ve already sustained. These preconceived notions of what a terrorist looks like should be put to rest so that when tragedy strikes in our country, we all can join together to support one another as a nation, rather than having some of us have worry about becoming targets ourselves, or if any one of us happen to fall victim to an attack like this, we can receive the same condolences, thoughts, and prayers as the rest of the victims instead of suspicious looks and implications of guilt.