My parents, siblings, grandparents (deceased), aunts, uncles (as of 2020, all are now deceased), and cousins know what racism is since they have firsthand experience in some form or fashion. People like my mom who is multi-ethnic and my uncles actually mostly had an “idyllic” childhood in Boonville (a small, town in Southern Indiana) in the 1940s and 1950s despite the Jim Crow laws. Born in 1943, my mother was the youngest out of children of 8. She grew up during the years of segregation, but she and my uncles soldiered through those years in their small town. Whereas, Evansville, Indiana, and other neighboring areas were the complete opposite of the town that she grew up in.
It was a different story for my dad, a light-skinned African American that was born in Clarksville, Tennessee in 1938, and mostly grew up in Southern, rural Kentucky. He dealt with racism every day!
Only if I could go in back in time to talk to my great ancestors like my Great Aunt Sally, my paternal grandmother (her life was cut short at the age of 45 due to cervical cancer in 1958), or even my maternal great-great-grandmother. I’m sure that they have plenty of their own stories to tell!
Racism is not always white hoods and burning crosses. Sometimes, it’s behind teachers’ desks and in prinicipals’ offices. – Luvvie Ajayi
It wasn’t until years and years later that my siblings like my oldest brother encountered racism in school. One incident that had occurred in middle school was that he couldn’t dance with the partner of his choice since his teacher expressed that his dance partner had to be black, especially since he was black. In high school, the student body had voted him to be homecoming king, but this was taken away from him since his principal was blinded with prejudice. The principal couldn’t envision a black boy being homecoming king! Today, some of the schools in this area haven’t improved when it comes to racism. My oldest son experienced racial bullying in his middle school, prompting us to place him in another school.
Racism is not always white hoods and burning crosses. Sometimes, it’s blue uniforms and black robes. – Luvvie Ajayi
Things progressively took a nosedive for my family in 1980 when a first cousin of mine was pushed into the Ohio River by a policeman since my cousin Claude Calvin Baxton was a young gay man of color. My cousin was only 20 years old. Reports state he drowned in the Ohio River, but it was witnessed that he was deliberately pushed to his death. The world carried on and acted like nothing happened since it was just another black life lost. A similar incident happened to a family friend in the early 2000s in Evansville, Indiana. He was reported to the police for having a petty squabble with a friend. He was respectful to the police when they arrived, but it quickly turned to bloodshed after they started clubbing him despite his pleas and cries for help. He died later on that evening from a brain hemorrhage. It was a senseless death based on pure ignorance.
This was my family’s last brush with the most violent form of police brutality, but we’re still witnessing police brutality every day – whether it’s from the news or experience. I have a sister who has dealt with it by a racist police officer for years, including intimidation, harassment, false arrest, and racial profiling. She clearly wasn’t the only woman of color to go through this with this particular officer, because similar stories were told after he forcibly resigned from his post after a 5-day suspension from the police commission during the summer.
I understand that not all officers are like this. Some people become officers because they want to actually make the world a better place, but then there are others that have ulterior motives. The latter should be held accountable for their actions by the legal system. This will continue as long as the good officers continue to stand with the bad officers instead of standing with us on this matter.
I can’t help but seethe with anger when I read that racism is dead or that black people like pulling out the race card. Stop narrating our narratives based on your opinion. Racism never left since it still runs rampantly and viciously. One must live underneath a proverbial rock if it’s believed that racism doesn’t exist. Innocent black lives are seemingly being taken every day by those who are meant to serve and protect. My cousin may have lived in a time where deaths like his didn’t make nationwide news, but the digital age we live in now is making it easier to reveal police misconduct.
Oscar Grant III, Eric Garner, Aiyana Mo’Nay Stanley-Jones, Terence Crutcher, Trayvon Martin, Keith Lamont Scott, Mike Brown, Sandra Bland, Alton Sterling, George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, David McAtee, and countless others lost their lives for senseless reasons. We’re essentially living in the modern days of Emmett Till, but many people don’t care to admit this since racism doesn’t exist in their minds. As the old adage goes: “You can’t really understand another person’s experience until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes.”
It almost seems like a day doesn’t go by without reading about another innocent black life being lost. Some people will tout themselves as Christians and brag about the charitable acts that they do for their community, recite scripture after scripture, and vehemently talk about being pro-life. But, yet, they will not bat an eye when an innocent black life is lost or when… children are placed in cages and separated from their families. Pro-life, you said? Hypocrisy! If you’re going to march up and down the streets throughout the day, holding up signs, these are the issues that need to be addressed. There is also a day that doesn’t go by without oppressors stifling opportunities for equality, social change, and progress. What is the reason for all of this? Let’s keep in mind that some will use religion as a facade to hide their ulterior motives. If these last four years haven’t taught you anything and continue to condone those who oppress minorities, you’re not just part of the problem. You’re the problem.
This is why Chapter 7 in I’m Judging You by Luvvie Ajayi struck a chord with me since every word rung true. She went deep into the subject where many haven’t dared. Her debut book, I’m Judging You: The Do-Better Manual, is a series of essays that dissects our cultural obsessions and calls out bad behavior in our increasingly digitally, connected lives. She has an uncanny way with words that instantly capture the reader’s attention, making them feel like they can’t put the book down until it’s read from start to finish.
Please consider making a contribution to the following causes if you’re able to:
The Loveland Foundation
Communities United Against Police Brutality
Movement for Black Lives
Run with Maud
NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund
Know Your Rights Camp
National Queer and Trans Therapists of Color Network (NQTTCN)
Sista Afya Community Mental Wellness
Therapy for Black Girls
Black Visions Collective
Minnesota Freedom Fund
Louisville Community Bail Fund
There are plenty of causes out there to donate to. If you know of any, please feel share to them in the comment section.