I tried to avoid reading anything about Tamir Rice for the longest time. Because I am so tired of existing in this perpetual state of grief. I tried to focus on my business, my spoken word album, my anything other than the news of another black boy gunned down by police. And then yesterday while sitting in a bar filled with mostly white patrons, I thought about Tamir. I immediately became sad. There at the bar, I took out my phone and collided with the inevitable. After reading a detailed account of the details of this child's murder, I sat in disbelief. He was made a target by the 911 operater who insisted on knowing his race, asking three times if he was "White or Black" as if those are the only two racial makeups available for children in the park. The terrorists arrived wearing police uniforms and they gunned down an innocent child that had harmed absolutely no one before they ever put the car in park. Then waited before administering any type of aid. These terrorists fabricated a timeline of events to cover their asses only video surveillance proved their account to be fictitious. They lied. Only it doesn't matter because despite the tape these terrorists received no indictment. None. And here we are again. Another black victim. Another police uniform wearing terrorist walks and no solution to this lunacy. Why are we, black people, still so unprepared to engage in economic warfare with these savages?! Collectively the Black population in the US has more wealth than ever before but we do not operate as a collective unit, using our massive wealth to cultivate positive change in our communities. So I'm asking myself, "What can I do about this?" I teach young Black men. My nephew is Black. I have cousins that are Black boys soon to become Black men. I need us to find a solution now.
WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO ABOUT THIS?
Kanika: Poet. Lover of Words. One who tells the stories of the mundane and inanimate. Bearer of Light, Water, and Sky.