It’s Noticeable.

Am I not supposed to notice?

It’s late December of 2016. One fine day, a series of seemingly coordinated riots happened in malls across the country. These were not racially motivated – garden-variety vandalism – bored kids making trouble. Mall was shut down.

In Kentucky, there were over 2000 youths. No one was arrested. Not one person.

When I know full well that an 8-yr old black kid was involved in a one-on-one fistfight on the school playground, the school felt the need to call the police. He got suspended and taken to the police station – all before parents were notified. Am I not supposed to notice the difference in treatment?

Am I not supposed to notice that children of color are handled as adults?

A 12-yr old black boy was playing by himself in a park outside. He scared some woman looking out a 2nd floor window from down the street. He had something in his hand – a toy, a bb gun? She was too far away to identify. But she was not to far away to feel personally threatened. ‘I’d better do something.’ she thought. She called 911, the police arrived and within 2 seconds the boy lay dead.
0 hr. 0 min. 2 seconds.
On film. Unarmed. No time to ask him anything. Later, experts were to conclude his hands were in his pockets and not reaching for anything, as the police claimed.

Drove up, got out and opened fire.
No indictments. No charges. The end, in more ways than one.

Some of you reading this, will not be able to help looking to excuse, defend and understand the perpetrators of these crimes against youth. If this is you, you are asleep. You are brainwashed. You are the reason I distrust and name our injustice system for what it is.

Your sincere and kindhearted fear, your trust in our society as it is, it’s why I fear for boys and girls, teenagers and men and women of color.

Tamir Rice, we speak your name.

But hey, I’m happy these 2000 rioting youth were given the benefit of the doubt and treated humanely. It’s how it ought be and how it is for some people I know. But it’s not that way for others.

Tamir Rice, we speak your name.

I promise never to stop noticing.

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