If someone like Derek Chauvin or Potter killed you I would have said the same thing. Obviously you have the luxury of not being black or brown like me. Even at my age I still get cops stopping me and demanding to inspect the bags I'm carrying or asking what the hell I'm doing in a building or neighborhood. Imagine that happening to you. Now imagine your peers or their children (or your children) facing a bullet even though they were innocent. Previously I wrote of a time I was reaching for a candy bar in my pocket and there was a cop near me reaching for his gun. Just imagine having to live with the fear that something like that can happen to you at any time. That's what I and others have to go through every day.
Criminally racist punks like Mark Fuhrman, Stacey Koon, and Derek Chauvin have been getting away with crimes like these for decades. These crimes have cost the cities hundreds of millions of dollars and and cause an incredible amount of social division. How much longer must we as a society continue to put up with this nonsense when it could be stopped overnight by simply applying the law to these police criminals exactly the way we do to everyone else?
Oldiebutgoody, thank you for sharing your story. As someone with "white privilege", I can't even imagine what you've had to endure all your life. I guess I'm a bit more sympathetic because I'm gay and my partner is brown. We've had to make choices as to where we could live because of this. But I know it isn't nearly as serious as what you've experienced. I can't even imagine.
It is especially distressing to hear black mothers talk about how they've had to prepare their sons to go out into the world, be discriminated against and fear the police. Yes, there some Bad Apples in every race, but why should black or brown people have to behave any differently than white people who are equally culpable when confronted by the police? Such inequity in our society.
I understand where your frustration is coming from and thank you again for being transparent.
My father was brown black....Mom was very white....So I am in between..My father had many kids from his father and grandmother....Sometimes when I was older, I had to help my father tell me who are white and some were brown...Some also were very very brown....Most were Italian....And from another country....This is the first time I ever thought about it....It was a
different time....I loved everyone of the family....Some of my
cousins were half and half....I never cared what ever they were...
I loved every one of them....Most are gone....I don't know why
I'm telling, but I'm old now and I don't care what or who is black
or brown or another family that were born in another country and
came over to America....Most were Italian....some were from another country....Can't remember where or when....My mind is not
like I use to be.....They are all gone......I do sometime go to the cemetary....Sometime I don't remember cause we had a very huge
family.....I most go to my parents and brother's wall.....I cry every time....By the way, my father was always called a name I won't say...
At that time it was a name that you would say...OK....hahaha....not
anymore....Dad had many friends no matter who they were and bring home guy's that were in the armory with my dad...Mom had to whip up a plate for the guy....I would not eat....
Oh well....Those were the day's...... Oh, my best armory guy was
Rodchester....He was black....I'm trying to remember how many
guys came to my mom and dad's home.....for Spaghetti....
I'm sad......