Now that things have settled down some in Ferguson, Missouri, here is what I wanted to write about the Michael Brown shooting, but knew better. I can find no rational reason for pouring gasoline on an already existent fire.
However, with regards to Ferguson the following poem written by teacher Abel Meeropol and sang by Billy Holiday comes to mind.
Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
Blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
for the rain to gather
for the wind to suck
for the sun to rot
for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
Sometimes it’s best to let tempers cool down so that we can see things rationally. And what I see is that the Police have a new way of thinking with regards to people.
Where they used to say, a white male or a black male, now the term is male white or male black as though they were referring to a deer or some other animal. And it makes me cringe every time I hear it. I think the first step in solving the problem of over aggressive Police is to change their terminology or language.
The second thing I saw, after I settling down and doing the research is that far more civilians are being killed by civilians than Police. And as you know if you’ve read STALKED! By Voices, I’m no fan of the Police. But the facts are facts.
In Chicago alone, there have been 1,292 shooting victims since January of this year. It seems that our Northern streets are truly beginning to bear a strange fruit as well. And it’s us who are planting the seeds.
We need to urge our school officials to make a change in the school curriculum. Forget teaching the three ‘R’, reading, writing, and arithmetic. Our schools urgent need courses such as Conflict Resolution, How To Deal With Authority – especially the Police, and Anger Management.
A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth
PS I happen to think that the officer involved in the Michael Brown shooting was having a bad day that he, unfortunately, decided to turn into the worst day of his life.
And to think all of that over a young man walking (home) in the street. Obviously, he had never been exposed to Roosevelt Road on Chicago’s West Side where the Black folk make a game of walking in the street.