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Am I the only one that noticed the ones complaining about the looting and rioting ALSO complained about Colin SILENTLY taking a knee...…
It seems to me, that some just don't want to hear the message, no matter the way its spread.
And I say this, fully knowing I stated at the time I disagreed with Kaep.
I kneel with him today.
I remember.
You and I talked about it back then in the thread(s).
I told myself: "This is going to take time. Good folks aren't yet ready to hear this. Just keep talking."
Well... that was a good many years ago.
I got worn out.
I'm over 60 years of age, and have been sending this message since my early 20's. Even when My Pops was running our local Uniform Division with his badge on, 5 days/wk. I did it in local Indi papers, and later, online- in places just like this.
I tried talking about the origins of BLM at this web address, and was shouted down/drowned out by folks who weren't tryna hear me. For them, Kaep was a middling football talent who "disrespected our troops and flag," and BLM were a "domestic terror organization." I tried to speak openly and honestly about the origins of both, seeing as how I was ahead of the news curve on both. Those who took issue with me, chose to listen to sources other than me, presumably because the message they needed to hear at that time was easier to swallow/identify with than my posts. At any rate, their overwhelming response was:
It's been this way all along, willit. I was a kid when MLK marched across that bridge in AL. I was a young man in my early 30's when Rodney King was struck 52-56 times by 2-4 L.A. officers with batons. I was an older, middle-aged man when Eric Garner was choked to death after being stopped on the street for selling 'loosies' (individual cigarettes). And here I am again, 6 more years later, watching another thread like this grow, evolve... and eventually die. With another Fellow Human Being's life snuffed out.
With nothing ever changing.
Yet another- again.
After all the others... yet again.
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At this moment, I'd like to take a short break... and ask this rhetorical question of my fellow pound mates:
"How many times have you been pulled over/ticketed/questioned in your life?"
If your answer is 2 or 3, you're probably in the 'overwhelming majority' crowd.
If your answer is 4-6, you were probably a bit of a hellraiser in your younger days. The type of stuff that gets you the best cocktail party points, when juiced-up stories start gettin' shared.
Let me tell you about my life.
4 stops were my average per year from the time I turned 21, until I reached my early 30's. The number of stops decreased throughout my 30's, and finally stopped, only when when my hair started turning gray, early 40's.
(Profiling is real. Just like we've been telling you, all along.)
CLEMLIFE:
4-6 times per year when I was 21.
When I was 22.
When I was 23.
When I was 24.
when I was 25.
When I was 26...
...for almost 1/3 of the life I've now lived.
Every. F'kng. Year.
Like clockwork.
Year after year.
Because I don't look like the cop who's looking at me.
How many of you have experienced this as a regular feature of your lives?
Yeah- that's what I thought. Not very many of you.
I'd venture to guess that only Swish's and a scant handful of other Dawgs' Life Experiences come close- and you wonder why he and I speak as we do.
So ask yourselves: could you successfully make it through
30 copstops in 10 years?
You'd have to, if you wanted to live long enough to post on this website as Clemdawg- in May, 2020.
I'm not sure how many of you actually possess what it takes to have lived my life.
Because I wasn't just raised by My Parents.
I was raised... and
trained.Responsible, successful parents give their offspring the requisite survival skills to navigate life in the wild. Some parents need to give their babies extra training, if they are to be 'successful parents,' and raise babies who will not only survive, but also thrive.
**short break over.**
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It always happened when I was out-of-town. Why was that?
Local police left me alone because they knew me. They'd watched me grow up at the station, and knew what kind of person I was. In my home town, as I was growing up, Men In Blue were my extended family; my uncles. But truth be told: I was only 'safe' in my home town, and I was never truly worry-free even then. When I left the safety of Home, all bets were off. I had 2 or 3 encounters that still raise my heart rate whenever I think of them, some 25 years later. Truly sketchy
close calls, with me unarmed (because why would a classical musician feel the need to walk around strapped?), and the other person outfitted with a 3 ft stick, mace canister, a set of cuffs, and a lethal weapon- 18 inches from his dominant hand.
willitevachange: In 2011, I fulfilled My Parents' wildest imaginings for their musically-inclined son: I performed on the stage of Stern Auditorium at Carnegie Hall. And I'm convinced that back in 1979, I came within 3-4 minutes from ever even knowing you, or seeing that incredible weekend in NYC. (If that older cop hadn't rolled up when he did- oh, my God....).
PTSD is something very real. Even now, I am concentrating on controlling my breathing cadence. It helps to control my pulse.
I am totally convinced that I survived those moments because I was taught to suppress my fight/flight response, control my breathing, answer in short, flat sentences, and make NO SUDDEN MOVES. Of any sort. Not ever.
In short: My Father trained me, and trained me, and trained me. Even when my eyes rolled.
Because he was a cop.And because
he was the father of a black son.
He knew The Truth. And he also understood his responsibility to his son.
Not everyone was fortunate enough to be raised by RLOne©. Folks who aren't trained in 'emergency situation response' are at a distinct disadvantage in on-the-street encounters with local constabulary.
Ask yourself: of your family and close friends, how many of them ever felt the need to:
1. know this sort of thing, and
2. feel it's important enough to drill it into the heads of their loved ones?
It's a right of passage in My Community.
If you know how, try to search this site's archives for a thread that was dedicated to 'The Talk.'
Spoiler: when Black Fathers sit their tween sons down for 'The Talk,' they aren't talking about 'the birds & the bees.'
They are training their sons to survive as adolescent/young adult Black Men in a world that sees them as perennial, existential threats.
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I was OK with Kaep kneeling. I was OK with BLM, too.
Because I was OK with MLK. And Malcolm.
Because I was also OK with 'my glove-fisted Big Brothers' at the '68 Olympics in Mexico City. And Stokely. And Marley. And Richard Wright. And Ta-Nehisi Coates. And any number of dozens more of deep-thought Af/Am intellectuals who have spoken Truth, which has always placed them at the bleeding edge of that intersection of mortality/1A public discourse.
I'm OK with all of our voices singing out- in different keys, meters, modes, even languages.
Because the text hasn't changed since colonial times.
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So... welcome to my life, willit.
I hope this post of mine helps to further your exploration of some other Browns fan's "American Experience."
And in appreciation/acknowledgement of your post, I'll add this sentiment:
Thank you for hearing us.
Please add your voice to Our Righteous Chorus.
We need all of us in this.
And we need all The Good Cops on our side, as well.
p.s I don't usually write long-form epics like this any more at this site. I was inspired to do so tonight, because of what you shared with us. Please know that your voice is appreciated in this conversation.