After simply reading the title of this blog, many people will immediately ask what gives a white man the right to make such a claim and the answer is simple. Having dedicated over a decade of my life to service within the black community as a police officer, I’ve spent more time with black people than many members of my own family and my unique position has provided a vast, intimate landscape of engagement with the black community. In my career, I’ve protected black people and harmed them. I’ve counseled black people and have been counseled by them. I’ve supported them and condemned them, embraced them and fought them, loved them and hated them, pitied them and envied them. They’ve tried to kill me and have come to my rescue and everything in between.
My American racial experience is as genuine as it gets. It’s not theoretical and wasn’t lectured to me by some professor. I wasn’t emotionally inspired about race from some book or movie and I wasn’t raised in an echo chamber of love or hate for blacks. I’ve never let a guilt-ridden baby boomer or a snarky, naive millennial dictate to me about race relations when my knowledge of race comes from old-fashioned human experience. I know how genuine my racial experience is, which is why I am unapologetic about my opinions and free of guilt. This makes me a very dangerous man in America since the power structure seems to discourage honesty about race and advocates the emotion they inspire and the theories that they write to control racial paradigms.
Americans have championed themselves as the removers of every chain of oppression except the oppression of guilt, which happens to be our strongest restraint and most oppressive force against confronting race issues. Ask yourself, in these modern times where so much has progressed, why do we seem to be at each other’s throats more than ever? It is because you are still not free to be reasonable or to think differently about race. You are bound to a narrative written by people with limited racial experience, no racial experience, or at best, a subjective racial experience polluted by politics, emotion, and theory. Since I have broken free, empowered by broad experience and reason, I would like to share some of my observations.
With exponentially higher abortion and murder rates throughout black communities than any other race, what right do blacks have to imply that anyone values their lives less than they do themselves? In some areas blacks abort more babies than are born and kill each other several times more than any other race. Blacks also murder other races at rate higher than other races murder them. Statistically, it wouldn’t be unfair to say that life in general appears to mean the least to blacks.
It’s evident that change is needed for black people, but change to black people is never what they can do to make things better for themselves – it’s always what other people need to do or not do for them. Change to black people is always a list of demands to other people. I was on a homicide scene in the projects once when a black woman told me the reason that blacks kill each other so much is because there aren’t enough recreation centers in the area. Not only were we standing 100 yards away from a Rec Center, but she implied that after basketball, murder is the only thing left to do.
They seem to have difficulty in owning a problem when it is presented, and solutions are hard to find when you believe that all problems rest with someone else. Life, or in their case, death – just goes on. Nothing seems to change with that mentality. White liberals don’t help the matter either.
Whenever a problem is identified in the black community, you can count on a white liberal to swoop in and save the day for what they see as “those poor helpless black souls.” But not by actually fixing anything, no, but rather simply blaming somebody else, usually other white people to ease the burden of guilt they’ve been duped into feeling. Even diabetes in the black community is blamed on racism through theories of institutional racism in the medical industry or even eating habits based on unfair proximity to grocery stores. When personal accountability can’t even be applied to girth, how can we possibly expect blacks to take responsibility for their own violence.
There is a large portion of the black community that are sick of the violence in their own communities by their own people. Even in the inner city, the majority of blacks are good, law-abiding, tax paying citizens. The problem truly rests with a small group of blacks, but that small group is an ENORMOUS problem.
We are to believe that there are movements and organizations trying to implement change to make black communities more peaceful. We often see them on the news during candlelight vigils and peace walks to “stop the violence.” They are comprised of black Pastors and Reverends and they have a genuine struggle before them.
One problem is that if they stand up too tall to the bad guys and gang bangers, they face violence and intimidation. It’s frightening and the threats are real, but I was thinking: during the civil rights movement, blacks faced opposition from extremely organized, hostile, violent, racist southern whites. Their enemies donned hoods and robes, set fire to churches, lynched and murdered blacks among other acts. Are we to believe that those truly racist southern whites were less dangerous and less violent than their own black children today? When you think about it, the only opposition for black citizens to live in peace in their own neighborhoods is their own children. So are their own children more dangerous and vile than those racist southern whites that murdered and intimidated them back in the 1950s, or is the current generation of blacks not able or simply unwilling to foster change and overcome this modern adversity?
How did the civil rights movement succeed rather quickly, yet peace in the inner city has failed for decades and only seems like a pipe dream? I can declare with confidence that nobody is truly trying to change anything in black communities. They are literally stepping over the dead bodies of their own children to head over to Ferguson or New York City to address the death of a stranger simply because his death came at the hands of someone who doesn’t look like them. They act in unison, inspired by emotion rather than reason. The lack of families to ground their emotion rallies them into tribalist frenzies. They have sacrificed the love of a family for the power of a tribe – a tribe that is subject to collective manipulation by celebrities, the media, political leaders, and race baiters.
Nobody in the black community is taking the risks required for their own change. Nobody is taking blame. Nobody is admitting fault. Nobody is taking responsibility. Nobody is bravely marching forward with their arms locked together, singing or chanting about overcoming what is actually their greatest enemy – themselves.
I know that if blacks truly wanted peace in their own community they could do it. Who could disagree? So why the constant failure? I can’t help but wonder if they truly want peace. Are they willing to take the risks and walk the narrow path? Are they willing to own the problem and take responsibility? Are they willing to pull up their own bootstraps? Are they willing to give up subsidies? Are they willing to get out of their comfort zones? Are they willing to stop making excuses?
I hope I’m around to see it if it happens. It’s hard for me to be a cop in the inner city and see things constantly get worse. Senseless death is sad. I like to see results and I don’t mean arrest statistics or drug seizures. I’d like to see young men on the corner discussing a book that they just read – a book that wasn’t about getting angry at anyone but themselves. That sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? It shouldn’t.
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