I don't know
when I've been madder!
Of course
I've come pretty close with the trauma brought to our country by the
campaign and election of a person totally ill equipped to be our
president. But an article that has gotten me so
riled up in today's Washington Post is just another clear indication
of the long-standing problem we have faced in our country - racism
and the belief that we Eurocentric whites are superior to everyone
else in the world. It was of course first manifest when our forebears
stole a vast portion of a continent from an indigenous population
which we saw as inferior. And then African-Americans were enslaved
not only to build the first edifices of our our capital that "express
freedom" and also built the rich economy of the South. Yet for
the past eight years we were misled as we felt that the election of a
black president had overcoming all of that. And now, a simple story,
fortunately not as traumatic as "police murders," shows us
how far we have yet to go in realizing that Black Lives Matter
My horror
was all occasioned by today's article by Petula Dvorak's in today's
issue of The Washington Post, June 27, 2017, entitled:
"On the
mall selling cold drinks can get a black youth into hot water"
with the
subtitle
"On the
mall, fear of young black men armed with bottles of water"
Having lost out
on other summer jobs, three young African-Americans, ages 16 and 17,
thought they could make some money and be of help to people by
selling water on the National Mall on an extremely hot day for $1.00.
"Selling
Water While Black was enough to get the teens… handcuffed and
humiliated by
Park Police
working a undercover sting targeting illegal vendors.
The three
youth were dumping the melting ice out of their bins, about to head
home,
when they
were surrounded by three undercover officers
who pulled
out their badges and cuffed the boys
before
questioning or conversation even began…
There they
were, hands behind their backs,
one splayed
on a sidewalk, as tourists walked by and gawked…
It was
embarrassing. All these people watching us thinking we”re just
criminals.
He'd never
been in handcuffs before. He said they hurt."
So that's
the basic story. There's really no more I can add. You must read the
rest of the article to get the flavor of its totality. One of the
youth was fearful that his mother would be mad at him – when she
finally picked him up, after about an hour and a half in 90° heat.
His answer was heartbreaking. "She was happy that I was alive,"
he said.
It is
infuriating to me the double standard by which so many of us make
judgments. Perhaps this comes at a particular time when I was again
sensitized to our countries racism by one of my former students, a
large, heavy–set African-American. This gentle, extremely pleasant
young man wrote on Facebook about the embarrassment he experiences
time and again when clerks check his $20 bill to see if it is
counterfeit!
In
my 91 year of life I have been heartened to see – and be a modest
part of – the positive direction I thought had brought us beyond
the divisiveness that surrounds us. The task before us is greater
than ever in arousing a “true moral majority" that seeks
equality and justice for all.