They like you when your playing their sports and entertaining them. and they like you when your serving them and doing what your told—-that way they can continue to quietly exploit you and occasionally scrape the crumps off the table for you to eat.
However, the moment you stand up from that dirty-crump floor, tired of left-overs and second-class citizenship, to demand for a seat at the table, they ignore you because they don’t respect you. But how could they, when you’ve been serving them your entire life—no one respects a beggar, after all, they say.
After your serving duties are over, and you head back home to your den, angry and passive aggressive towards your family members, and when the master hears of it, he’s happy. In fact, so happy, that he rewards you by allowing you to drive in the passenger seat with him wherever he goes.
As I stare at the Baltimore rioters from a safe distance, what I see are individuals whom are sick and tired of being sick and tired of a degrading lifestyle of second-class citizenship. and whom are not looting, but rather, taking what belonged to them in the first place. Majority of businesses in the African American communities are taking from the community and circumventing that capital into other affluent communities, rather than the community of which that capital came from.
With that said, I disagree with the destruction of your own community when an “outsider” kills one of your own. Instead, I believe as a community, grievance and possibly violence and destruction should occur in the community of the “outsider.”
Some on social media may not understand, or do but choose to bluntly ignore the obvious, that your frustrations and quagmires did not blossom overnight, and that it wasn’t from one tragic and isolated contingency caused by the death of Freddie Gray (Rest In Power) that sparked the communal unrest, but rather something more deeper, which they, too, are witnessing from a safe distance.
Some, in this tragic American play, unfolding in Baltimore, will perform their part by spewing lines full of false narratives of how those rioting are unsavory and criminals who need to be met with force by the protectors of society, however, failing in the process to realize that those rioting are characters in the same plot, whose chapters, full of life and elegance, were ripped out in order to keep them voiceless.
Because I consider myself to be an advocate of ignorance, I can no longer be passive while the ignorant majority detract from common sense, over the fact that, in any situation via citizenry unrest or otherwise, there’s always a causality.
In closing, both intellectuals and non-intellectuals need to use their creative abilities to speak up against those who allow ignorance to proliferate. because if we don’t, then at the end, when shit hits the fan, we will have ourselves to blame not the enemy.