My dad used to say that to me when I was younger, especially once I become an age where I could go places without my parents.
“Don’t get into cars with white people you don’t know.”
My dad grew up in the Jim Crow South and he has more than a few things to say about white people, which is understandable. He was the only brown face in his department when he started working, and those good ole’ boys definitely let him know he wasn’t welcome. From where I was sitting, he was exaggerating. I grew up with white kids. All of my friends were white. Everyone in many of my classes was white. Everyone on the Science Team and the Math Team after school were white. All of the girls I “dated” (and boys I fooled around with) growing up were white. I grew up trusting white people and I couldn’t imagine being in any situations like my dad, so I couldn’t fathom a reason why I would need to avoid any white people, even white people I didn’t know.
I’m older now. It’s not about white people individually. It’s about you being black in relation to their whiteness. It’s about my friend who just got arrested in North Carolina this weekend.
I’ve seen a lot of people enraged over the Supreme Court’s ruling in Maryland about DNA testing. In Maryland, if you’re arrested for a serious crime, the police can take a DNA sample whether or not you are eventually charged or convicted. For some, that’s a gross invasion of privacy and they’ve taken to the Internet to voice their discontent with the Supreme Court’s ruling to uphold that statute.
Nobody’s really talking about the other side of that coin: prisoners who ask for DNA tests to clear themselves.
Christoper “Xtrav” Beatty was drinking an Arizona in the parking lot of a liquor store in Fayetteville, NC while waiting for his friend who was inside shopping. I hope that tea was amazing, because now he has to go to court for it.
Take some deep breaths or burn some sage or whatever you need to do to get yourself in the calmest space possible before you watch this.
Cops are disgusting.
Let me tell you about most of the police officers I’ve encountered.
They are looking for any facts, figures, or results even tangentially related to stopping brown people for being brown, and this is just their latest attempt to justify an egregious policy based on race and prejudice.
This is so awful it’s comical. You have to laugh because if any of my fellow New Yorkers were to sit and really think about how the NYPD is supposed to be keeping the city safe, you’d probably move.
Sergeant Lesly Charles got upset at some guys for illegally parking on a street in Bensonhurst down in Brooklyn. So, he followed them to a Chinese restaurant, put on his I’m Mr. Big Shit pants, and went on a pretty graphic spiel about his long dick and shoving guns up their asses.
Clearly this guy still has some hostility leftover from childhood about being a black dude named ‘Lesly.’