Life has a way of revealing itself to you.
Saturday Birkhold was cautioning me about thinking about Black people
and violence in a pathological way. I was reading a book by Jawanza Kunjufu
and he remarked that Kunjufu is one of those people who is SURPRISED
when a young Black person is in a CAR and it ain’t spinning rims.
He went on to say that Kunjufu is one of those people who thinks
that Black people are as jacked as mainstream, academic white
folks think they are.
But this conversation was important for two reasons.
First. It helped me see the pathological tendencies in
Meredith Mays piece on Oakland.
She quoted saying that
“There are more and more families where there’s less and less structure,” he said. “Talking to these suspects day in and out, there’s a higher percentage today with no sense of right and wrong. It’s frightening, but we are creating super-criminals.”
“In these neighborhoods of concentrated poverty, all the doctors, lawyers, pharmacists, architects and postal workers have left,” said Richard Miles, chief executive officer of Big Brothers Big Sisters of the Bay Area.
“The kids have nobody but drug lords to look up to.
And finally that.
Many of the convicted killers were quasi-homeless in grade school, moving every 90 days on eviction cycles, or bouncing between friends’ and relatives’ homes, where they slept on recliners and couches and floors.
Inside the home is pure chaos. Typically, they live with a third-generation relative, an elderly grandmother or aunt, who also opens her home to several other wayward relatives. They all pile into one home, bringing their boyfriends and girlfriends and their children. There’s no particular person in charge, no house rules, and people come and go.
I mean, reading that, you would think that babies in East Oakland
pop out with 9mm’s, born ready to kill.
Why to writers think that it is tolerable to write about
Black people this why?
*** Plays Illmatic.