I can’t change your mind, you can’t change my color

I am raging this fine Sunday morning.

Goddammit.  How many more negroes have to die before white people figure it out?  Two more this week.  This week Charlotte Mecklenburg shot a man with traumatic brain injury.  The father of seven.  Killed him dead.  If that wasn’t outrageous enough Tusla police shot and killed a pastor.  A pastor whose father taught him to put his hands on the roof of the car when the police were jacking him up.  Did your Dad teach you what to do when you are being jacked up by the police?  Thought not.  Terrence Crutcher was a pastor and a father of four.  A God fearing man.  A good man.  Shot him dead.  Like a dog in the road.

If you are not outraged, you are not paying attention!

Imagine, it’s Saturday night and your son is going to go out with friends.  What do you say?  Don’t drink and drive, just because they’re doing it doesn’t mean you have to, remember who you are and do the right thing, be respectful to the girls you meet, call if you need a ride home and oh yeah, don’t get your ass shot by the local PD.  If you are white in America you don’t have to say the last part, but if you are a black mother in America, every single time your son goes outside you have to worry if some trigger happy jackass of a cop is going to shoot off your son’s ass of that night.

What has been happening is outrageous and wrong.  It only stops when white people say “Enough!” and stand with our fellow Americans of color.  If you saw the video of Terrence Crutcher being murdered, you could hear the officer in the helicopter say “looks like a bad dude, too. Could be on something.” How the hell does he determine that from a freaking helicopter?  Because Crutcher woke up black in America.  And that cost him his life.  And four children no longer have a daddy.  Because Crutcher was a family man, a Godly man, a gospel singer and now that “bad dude” is a dead man.  And the cop in the chopper should be disciplined as well.

There is no justification for this.  None.

This bullshit that “I was in fear for my life” is just that.  Bullshit.  A total cop out and we must not accept this as an answer.  That’s the canned answer for every single police screw up.  You know what?  If you’re such a chicken shit, get another job.  You are not cut out for policing.  Your job is to “protect and serve”.  When you are murdering unarmed citizens, you are doing neither.  You are oppressing Americans of color and you are putting other cops in harm’s way with your incompetence.  Go home, you are incompetent and do not deserve the shield.

Until we stop with the bullshit wiggle words and have the hard conversations, this shit just won’t end.  We have to support Kaepernick and his protest, because if he was not in the NFL and wasn’t as recognizable as he is, he knows and you should know, he runs the risk of being shot by the police.  We have to all take a knee.  We have to stop saying stupid shit like “blue lives matter” or “all lives matter”, and start paying attention.  We need to start thinking about what the nice African American lady at work goes through when her son walks out the door every day.  When her husband stops for groceries on his way home from work.  When he takes a different route home because he’s helping some old lady from church get something down out of the attic.  When he goes to pick up their kids from school.  Will her loved one be next?  White people don’t go through that.  So yeah, black lives matter.  And us white people need to figure it out.

He said kill them before they grow

And it’s time for me to weigh in on some bullshit.

It’s football and that means Not For Long if you don’t get out there and execute.  It also means a whole bunch of bullshit.  First off, taking everyone off the field when someone has a boo boo?  Bullshit.  Crabtree’s penalty for unsportsmanlike conduct?  Bullshit.  And Kaepernick?  #ISitWithKaep.  Yep.  Why?

Example:  I might have gone out and got a little tore up Friday night.  I took the Uber home.  Then I needed an Uber the next day to get back to my car.  A very nice black man picked me up.  I had to look twice because he looked a lot like Shaq.  Only about a foot and a half shorter.  And I so did not want to be pranked feeling like crap.  We started talking about football.  And drinking.  He said it was smart to take an Uber for $10 and save $10,000 in fines.  He is working on his Class A license.  He was a very good driver.  I said “Yeah, I’ve had enough troubles with the police, I don’t need to take chances.”  Then we started talking about the draft.  Yeah, I got Big Ben.  And Le’Veon Bell.  And by the way I picked up Kaep.  He looked at me.  Oh hell yeah I did.  With all the bullshit he started, he can’t be a piker this year.  He has to play his balls off.  And by the way, I am with Kaep.  He looked at me over his sunglasses.  Yes I am.  Do you know why?  No.  Well, here goes.  If you and me are in two different cars doing the exact same stupid thing driving down the road, which one of us gets pulled over?  He’s quiet.  You, my man.  We both know that.  And that’s wrong because I’m probably doing more stupid stuff than you are.  I have more tickets than you probably ever will and I’m the one they need to look at, but they won’t.  They’ll pull you over.  Now, if a cop was getting ready to go on break had already called in and I drove by all by myself and there was no one else on the road, they’d pull me over and they have over the years, but if it’s between you and me, you’re getting popped.  And that my friend is why I am with Kaep.

Now most white people don’t think like that.  And I know it’s an uncomfortable position, but it’s a hell of a lot better than being shot by a cop.  People think that it’s ok for Kaep to protest, just not like he is, because it’s the National Anthem.  Well, that sounds good but it wasn’t the national anthem when my mother was born.  Or my father.  There were lots of songs used intermittently including America the Beautiful and My Country Tis of Thee and Hail Columbia.  I prefer the latter.    The thing is, there’s this little issue with Francis Scott Keys’ lyrics.  You know, third verse same as first…except it ain’t.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

He is celebrating the death of the slaves that the British co-oped for the battle.  Which, if you’re black, ain’t that comfortable either.  If you’re white you’re probably sitting there saying “We don’t sing that verse anyway.”

The thing is, unless you’re extremely empathetic or have walked in their shoes, you don’t know what someone else’s journey is like.  And to that end, I’m with Kaep.