This question is not a new slogan for fighting injustice. Sadly black folks have been asking it for hundreds of years, merely replacing the victims names —Emmett Till, Sean Bell and Oscar Grant to name a few.
Two things happen when I hear about black teenage boys gunned down by trigger happy policing or executed in senseless drive byes, or in Trayvon’s case, killed by a fear riddled, self appointed-vigilante who shot the unarmed young man. First, my blood pressure rises to unhealthy levels and second I try to devise the impossible—a plan to keep my 19 year old son safely inside our home forever.
Why do black men have a propensity for high blood pressure? From where I sit, as a middle aged black man, this is a ridiculous question considering the levels of anxiety, stress and danger we navigate on a daily basis. I worry about my teenage son wherever he goes day or night. Do you?
When your teenage son leaves the house do you have to prep him on how to handle a store security guard or police officer in his face? Rehearse him on how to calmly say yes sir, no sir and may I call my parents now, sir? Now with Trayvon’s killing, I’ll have to add new language to quell self-appointed Neighborhood Watch Captains. Obviously, “I live here” just isn’t good enough.
Do you remind him never to run in a shopping mall? Do you remind your son to keep his I.D. separate, preferably in an outside pocket, so his wallet won’t be mistaken for a weapon? Do you tell your son to keep his driver’s license and car registration in the sun visor, so when stopped by the police he doesn’t have to reach in the glove box and be shot mistakenly for reaching for a deadly weapon? Does your son carry your family lawyer’s business card in his wallet?
How about wardrobe inspection? Do you have to check to make sure he’s not wearing a color that could offend an idiot gangbanger? Or make sure his pants don’t sag enough to disturb the sensitivity of an airline steward or draw the already alerted eyes of TSA guards. And please son, even if it’s raining don’t pull up your hoodie. If your answers to my questions are “no” then your son is white and I bet your blood pressure numbers are nice and low.
These survival rules are an oral tradition passed on from fathers, mothers and grandmothers to our teenage boys. They’re perpetuated by this country’s history of violence against black men for walking, talking, reading, or driving while black since slavery. Even President Obama mentioned during his ’08 campaign that he found the best way to navigate white folks was to be courteous, smile and make no sudden moves.
In an effort to keep my son out of harms way we sent him from Oakland, CA to a Connecticut prep school 3 thousand miles away to avoid the “wrong time, wrong place” random acts of violence in our hometown. Acts that have no regard that you’re a compassionate human being, a varsity athlete and scholar. It was a hard decision because we knew we would miss him terribly and miss out on his of rites of passage as he moved from puberty into adulthood. But the prep school “bubble” was the safe house we chose for our member of an endangered species.
Some folks are trying to blame the media for creating negative stereotypes of young black men. That might be a part of the problem but violent incidents like Trayvon’s murder have been happening in this country years before Fox News, Rush Limbaugh, and the right wing fear mongers began using race as a divisive issue. If made to shoulder the blame, we must be generous and give social media credit for helping to generate the national outrage about Trayvon’s killing.
Everyday life for young African American men is getting more dangerous with states adopting laws like Florida’s “stand your own ground.” These types of shoot first and ask questions later legislation gives gun happy racists license to kill, as we have witnessed.
Like all parents I want the best for my son. But today I would settle for him and thousands like him to be able to go to the store, buy skittles, and put his hood up as shelter from the rain walking home without fear that he will be hunted down on the street by someone who has made up his mind that my kid is a thug because of the color of his skin. I remember a speech a man made about judging people on the content of their character and not the color of their skin. Damn! They shot him too!