Wrought by a twenty-year old white male. Armed, locked, and loaded, with his Momma’s multiple guns. She trained him, you see, and became his first victim. I think is was a blessing for her not to be left alive.
Yes, I"dismissed” it, cause lets be honest. Why should I pay attention to them any more? No one really cares about another's community. These are the days of western miracles, achievements, and comforts. And we've all acquiesced to the cataclysmic and unprecedented suffering of others, including periodic mall and school shooting followed by increasingly shorter periods of “national mourning". A couple pounds of flesh, in exchange for our new social contract, so we can go back to thousands of channels of patriotic programing, keeping us comfortably entertained and consuming.
As always I read the New York Times cover to cover ( excluding the sports section ) yet avoided The Massacre. I switched to autopilot. I didn't even realize until days later, that before bed, I stopped turning on the soft drone of WBEZ that when I’m alone, lolls me to sleep at night, least the news of this nightmare leak into my dreams.
white liberals in their safely gated communities.
|News Boy sells the Chicago Defender which was one of the largest and most influential Back News Papers,|
Established in 1905, which went from publishing every day to being mostly online.
I m also able to trace racial trends, because I have white liberals, white progressives, Black bourgeoise
and Black Nationalist "facebook friends".
Liberal whites use Facebook more narcissistically, showcasing their achievements and their children, and to impress others with their wit and humor. Black's use it more genuinely. Personal problems are posted for communal cyber prayers and anniversaries of departed loved ones are marked. Jokes of the common every day "things that make you go humm", small daily triumphs, ( yesterday some one posted they found three dollars on a crowded bus) and that which keeps us "keep'n on" gets posted.
When I joined Facebook three years ago, out of political expedience, I'd accepted a friend request, wait a bit, then delete the person. This bounced back on me, when I deleted the director of a local arts organization for his obsessive sports rants. He's actually Black yet sounded like a sports addicted "white frat bro". He grow up in an all white suburb, married white, and had little to say beyond sports. He also posted lots of pictures of his children. I saw him recently at an event. I've been an original and long time supporter of his organization, so generally he was overly gregarious to me. This time he was purposely rude. I've since learned how to block updates with out deleting "friends".
I generally end up blocking my white Facebook "friends", because of their twee and redundant comments arising from their white liberal privileged and their insular world.
But this isn't just about race as noted above and I also I blocked a Black women. She also lives in Logan Square and is trapped in a stereo type of the sassy, prickly, and shrill female minstrel character. She constantly launched vitriolic attacks at any one or organization who dared criticize President Obama. She called Cornel West a poverty pimp and was hyper ecstatic when President Obama in front of America told the Congressional Black Caucus to “stop complaining, crying, wining” when they finally raised rebuked his inaction in addressing the deep needs of the Black community. Then there were her continuous posts of those annoying patriotic glamour shots of President Obama, especially the John Wayne-esque ones of him wearing shades after he killed bin Laden.
Ironically she should be far more critical of the President. She like numerous Black folks, posted her
journey down the economic slide, careening from one financial disaster to another, including losing her home, that she seemed to be exceptionally proud of, to foreclosure. Yet Besides for Obama, she seems to dislike Black people, especially the poor. Evident when ever someone brought up Obama's disregard for the Black community, she'd flare up about how lazy they are, especially Black men.
who works for the only real major progressive political organization in Chicago, that this time it was twenty young children killed. Shocked, from my keyboard, all I could do was scrawl under his comment "Jesus Fuck! Twenty fucking kids! Are you fucking kidding me!!!"
My Facebook friends of the white privileged liberal bent, immediate fell back on their "superior" Democratic Blue Team default narrative, with great verbosity. Like they’d been personally dispatched from a late night meeting at The White House with President Obama and Senator Dick Durban to spin political PR from their lofty Facebook perch on half of the "good guys in blue"
He then listed a litany of standard gun control reforms that continuously fails to get traction. But caught up in the Blue Team Democratic narrative, it was all about the "Evil Republican Red Team". Not the Evil System that turned both parties into little more than sports teams, and now pulls the strings of both, which is the real reason why these horrors continue to happen. .
Facebook friend II "Facebook liked" my comment. One of the reasons we get along is we both know it's easy, especially in today’s world to get caught up and buy into bullshit. But when you learn to recognize you're full of it, most times, it immediately transforms into potent fertilizer for intellectual and spiritual growth.
|Victoria Soto, Teacher and American Hero|
Later I posted the above a picture at the request ( Facebook Activism) of Facebook Friend One.
Victoria Soto was the teacher who heard gun fire and responded by hiding her students in closets and cabinets in her classroom. When the gunman arrived she told him her students were in the gym, so he killed her and moved on. Generally I criticizes people for trading real activism with Facebook Activism. But as Facebook Friend One is an actually activist, I consider Facebook Activism and important tool in concert with other actions.
One of my Black Nationalist FaceBook friends, ( he has no picture posted so I' can only assume he's Black) who befriended me after seeing my posts this summer, posted the below statements in all caps.
Where are the tears for the children in Pakistan, Africa and everywhere else US executed, financed and orchestrated murders by drones are taking place? Some of us are crying everyday. How come he’s not cried for all the Black children still being killed on the streets of Chicago? It’s been far more than 26
"( my name) you may not remember me but we meet years ago at a human rights conference in Atlanta when you worked for Amnesty International. As a human rights advocate committed to The Universal Declaration for Human Rights I cannot fathom how you would allow racist and hateful comments to go on challenged. I originally intended to respond directly to them, but thought that it would be more far productive for YOU to address what is clearly bordering on hate speech to reaffirm your commitment....."
I have yet to respond and probably won't, since he didn't have the courage to share it with the people he had beef with, again typical of white liberals, their ideals never translate to courage.
These reactions played out showing the wide split between Blacks and whites and of course it extends the boundaries of my Facebook page.
That next night I listened to the Salim Muwakkil Show on WVON Radio. Salim is a Chicago rarity. A journalist who intellectual cross trains and reports from various social and political camps; from the
Black Muslim Fruit of Islam and the Middle Eastern Muslims, to the Black Nationalist and Pan Africanists, to the Internationalist and Progressives, all the way to the Humanists. Across the airwaves comes across he as one of those rare Black men who's seems to have been through the ringer and has emerged to a level of a separate peace. His show is a Black Cyber Barbershop and when he swings the door open twice weekly on Wednesday and Saturday nights, all are welcome and are respected no matter their view points. And indeed, calls come forth from all over the country and one fellow calls in from India. On his Facebook page the conversation moves from radio to the written word. When Salim posts an articles, through out the Black community synapse fire opinions back and forth and things are agreed upon and not, but Black people become connected and come to know each other, which is sadly too rare in these days. Especially in this age of fragility, uncertainty, despair, and fear throughout America, but more amplified in the Black community. I've also noticed the Salim in the only Chicago journalist that engages in this much robust debate with the public, which says something about Chicago journalist.
That night I was on edge, so while I listened to the show, I opened a bottle of Springbank Scotch and began cooking up some shrimp & grits as comfort food.
|Every thing cooks better in caste iron|
That night all the callers seemed on edge as well. It started with Brotha Jay checking in from Harlem. On Salim's show every body is "Sista or Brotha". Brotha Jay, with a rye NewYork City inflection with such precession and power behind his words that they seem to jump a bit while always moving his thoughts forward. He's one of the show's most prolific truth tellers. That night he set the tone using the famous and infamous quip made by Malcolm X when John F. Kennedy was assassinated, that "The chicken's have come home to roost" meaning any society that relies on violence as an international policy tool and as a domestic tool- any public policy that causes undo harm to a great number of citizens- the same violence will strike that country at it's core. A lot of Black progressive folks believe "9/11" is a text book example of this boomerang effect.
|A teen cries in anguish after witnessing his friend gunned down|
A number of calls were not particularly sympathetic to the plight of the victims. No one celebrated their deaths or felt any sympathy for the shooter, but complained bitterly about the same politics of race that the Nationalist posted on my Facebook page. Centering on a nation that becomes transfixed when white children are murdered, but lackadaisical and dismissive about the constant murder of Black children, who are judged less as helpless victims and more as feral animals in some distant urban jungle running wild.
Global warming has seen continuous a wave of killings of Black children that began last spring
My favorite caller is always Sista Sarah who also resides in New York. She's an older women with a thick Caribbean accent and is fearless in her progressive critiques of President Obama and America.
She chimed in about how Blacks have been suffering ecmonomiclly for the last four years and President Obama has done nothing for us. And that Black children continue to be killed, yet as soon as something happens to white children "Obama jumps on the plan to go mourn with them, yet will not do the same for Black children"
Salim repeatedly countered with the subject of my last blog post, the deep tradition of humanity in Black people that we have relied upon to cope during slavery and Jim Crow. He added that Black people need to use this tradition now no matter the injustice we face. He said "We cannot become like them" He also said that twenty children being killed at one time is a lot more traumatic and symbolic. He seemed to grow somewhat emotional at his inability to get real traction on his argument, which is uncharacteristic of him, but the show was uncharacteristic in itself.
It was kind unsettling because while Jay and Sarah are Black Nationalist, I've never seen such a disagreement between them and Salim. And it continued on through out the show, which was again unusual. It's Salim's show, but together the three of them are the intellectual Trinity of Black talk radio. And though I love The Cornel West & Tavis Smiley Show, this is my favorite because it's far more communal.
I stated in my last post, that the deep well of humanity embedded in Black people as a collective has always been the positive magnetic poll of America. But venerable traditions are vulnerable if they're not replenished and it's even worse when they're repeatedly harmed. I think the reaction of Black people on WVON that night and on my FaceBook page, is harbinger of things to come.
Black people have lost vast amounts of economic ground over the last eight years and there has never been any attempt to make the Black community whole after slavery, from which we continue to suffer major damages. Salim talks about Black people needing our own Marshal Plan, just like America provided Europe after WWII. He says nothing less will do because our afflictions are so deep and embedded in our culture.
But I cannot see America ever doing this for citizens which over all have little intrinsic value to white America, no matter how much we have suffered,done and still do, for this country.
I think what we are seeing is a harding in the Black community as institutions ( including the Black Church) and elected officials ( including Black ones) continue to fail us. I think President Obama's failure to address our plight and his cynical manipulation of the Black community has gotten him elected and reelected, but I don't see nearly the amount of support for him now. And frankly as sympathetic as I am to the plight of those children, tragically killed last weak in a school, so young,
vulnerable and innocent, there is a part of me that is relieved that Black people are getting angry (besides for the brothas killing each other) yet it's also scary.
|Victim Ana Marquez-Greene, 6|
I cannot help, but post this last picture. Ana was buried yesterday. And needless say she's erased from the insanity of racial hatred that divides and further eats away at this country. I can point fingers and will continue to. But for her it's meaningless. Except that she just arrived to America from Canada two months ago, were it is far safer than America. I know a lot of dark skinned people in Canada are decedents of escape slaves or Blacks who fled America after white terrorism destroyed Reconstruction and reinstituted another form of slavery that was terror and economic based. I keep wondering of her story. Yet I don't want to know, as it's too painful especially when I look at her family picture. That was the only picture I was gonna post.
I just like looking at her picture because for what ever reason it gives me hope. Maybe it's the African in me, they way I believe somethings are far greater than us and unknowable, yet still close and warm.
And I feel something when I look at her picture something that's good and is still here, because of her.
What ever the fuck that means.