Open Letter
Where I Stand?
This letter was written to bring forth clarity on a community outcry. As educated leaders, political leaders are humbled by the actions of the few. And as horrible and cowardly the actions against the Jersey City, New Jersey policeman was -- please for give me.
I can no longer look into the eyes of men, who grew up in the same domain as I -- with the hardships from the same terrene that poverty has plagued our race and gender. And say: "Fight on, justice will be served." I can no longer look a mother in the face and say: "Your fight is winning when it's not." When her child was shot down with the gun in question, not having his finger prints on it. Then sentenced to serve time for a crime he fit a description of.
No, I will not stand idly by while jobs, and economic development are shipped to everyone else but men who share the same pigment as me. I can't say to my educated brothers, while pledging to them a notion, there's a stronger city -- if they join a cause that demonizes them, while sending them to prison. Thus saying to them with an inspirational theory to fight on "Justice will be served."
I can't stand idly by when young men who believe in a dream that this country promises, but turns into an angry nightmare after they turn 18 because that nightmare was created off of an assumption. No, I will not. As hard as this seams, our men are victims. We are victims of an assumption that is based on a description. We are victims of our gender and race being impractical because of our history.We are victims of being segregated from our own women, based on our economic downfall.
We are victims of a life, we can't enjoy based on practical policies designed to imprison us; and classify us to be unworthy of the economical advantages, other benefit from. Yes, I will say this: "We are victims to a society, that has marked us enemy of the state. We are pushed to a corner; since the powers of segregation and hate, is mightier then the persistent passion for love, and peace. As we see, jobs go to everyone but us. And the few that are able to strap by have to settle for wages; not worth the same standards, this American Dream provides for others.
We are victims of a label or labeling on playing the race card -- when unjust strickens our economical lives. I stand here today, writing this note on the internet; just to say this: "What is wrong with men that look like me?" Are our blood not red like yours? Are our sweat not wet like yours? Are our brains not built to learn like yours? Can our leaders, lead just like yours? And if you don't respect our leaders, why should we as men: whom are trying to do right, respect your leaders and laws."
As a black man in this country, all I want is a chance. A chance to bring home enough funds to say to our wives: "Sweaty, I can finally pay the light bill." A chance to send our sons to a paid sports camp, and be his hero: no a street corner zero. A chance to mole a role figure in our daughters' lives and not be the next ni88a on the block. Who can send her to Broadway play, and not some street corner to be played!
Society hates men like me so much, that no matter what we do: we are demonized based on a perception. Would a white man: wearing a suit and a tie, be subjected to an assault or fit a description as a black male does from officers who are hired to protect the law.
Men that have the same pigment as me, aren't animals -- don't belong in cages, or cells. They want what every citizen of this country wants, a chance to grow, and feed their families. It's the role of society, that has created the haves and the have nots, to where they have pushed African American males into a corner of no return. And ran their leaders away. I stand with them the African American male, who just want a chance to work in a country that discriminate against us no matter what we do. In this country we are discriminated on if we achieve a degree from a university of a higher education. We are discriminated on if we commit a crime, and payed our dues and services. I'm tired of this discontent for a perception or a description.
