By Mildred Robertson
My 30-something-year-old son has been active in the protests in San
Diego, California triggered by the George Floyd murder. He has marched, he has
been tear-gassed and clubbed by police, and he is frustrated. While his passion
for immediate social change is still red-hot, he wants to know the end game. He
wants to know what will happen when the marching stops.
His first response when he took to the streets is that it appeared that
no one was in charge. It was a knee-jerk response from a group of young people
overcome by the brutality they have witnessed over the course of their young
lives. And they are outraged.
You see, while America’s duplicity is familiar to me…a near
Septuagenarian, many youths, both black and white, have been sheltered from the
race hatred that bubbles just beneath the surface of American society. America
has never addressed the festering sore of slavery and its incumbent racial
animus.
It is, perhaps, the fault of our generation who witnessed the
transformative 60’s and experienced the benefit of a society where we could
walk on the sidewalk and not have to step to the side to let a white person
pass…or when we got to move outside the redlines…or when we were able to drink
from whatever water fountain we chose. It all felt like progress. It WAS
progress.
Our school systems white-washed the history of slavery and Jim Crow, and
many of us, traumatized by the brutality of racism ignored it, striving instead
to achieve the American promise of peace and prosperity. At least those of us
who could. But far too many of our people were trapped in the dysfunctional
strata of our society where they faced substandard schools, inferior housing,
inadequate healthcare, food deserts, and over-policing.
While young people like my son were not unaware of racism…of course, I
had “the talk” with him about policing…It had not touched many of them on a
daily basis as it had those who were less fortunate. But this current
administration has ripped the scab from our barely healing racial strife to
expose the ugly hatred nurtured by white Americans who blamed their failures on
our successes. Blacks who have not been able to dig themselves from the poverty
into which they were grandfathered under the oppressive systems of slavery and
Jim Crow were viewed as lazy, criminal, and not entitled to the American Dream.
Those who became successful and moved up in society were viewed as interlopers
who stole the Dream from deserving white citizens.
But polite society barely acknowledges this reality. You see, we work in
integrated workplaces. Our friendships are many times interracial. We go out to
clubs and share a drink after work, or have an occasional social dinner
meeting. We even sometimes worship
together. Our lives have become intersectional.
But it is not where our lives meet that causes problems. It is when we
walk out of the hospital and take off our lab coats, when we leave the bank and
change from our Brooks Brother’s suits to our jogging pants and hoodies, when
we come home from the fire station or the police station and put on our casual
clothes. When we look like all the other black folk in the world…That is when
the problems start--when we become the threat.
When we are walking to the corner store like Trayvon Martin, or lying in
bed like Breona Taylor, playing in the park like Tamir Rice or driving our car
like Sandra Bland; the threat is real. But it is we ourselves who are
threatened.
Though touted as the land of fairness and equality; America, since its
inception, has always had a strange taste for violence. From the slaughter of
native Americans, to the brutalization of slaves, to the ruthless marauding of
Black communities throughout reconstruction, to the viciousness of the attack
on civil rights activists, to the inhumane policing in Black communities that
have resulted in the death of thousands of folks like George Floyd. Blood lust
has been a part of the White American nature.
Yet White folks clutch their pearls when a young protestor, angry over
these 400 years of injustice, raises his or her fist and possibly throws a
brick. It is this disconsonance that has caused many White Americans,
not only to see but acknowledge their duplicity.
And now, with eyes open, many White Americans are persuadable. Many can
acknowledge the shame of slavery, the burden of servitude, discrimination and
racism on the Black community and the disparities that are rooted in them.
Unfortunately for George Floyd, it was his televised execution that
caused many White Americans to see. But his death has created a moment. A
moment when Black Lives do actually matter. The moment will be fleeting, so we
must seize it now to create the change we need in order for America to be great
for the FIRST time.