I’m really going to need you to stop murdering unarmed Black men in the streets. Come on, let’s be honest with each other, between you and I, you know this is getting out of control, right? I get it, I really do. You don’t see Black people as humans. You hate us for our music, our slang, and the way we wear our clothes. I understand, I really do. You think we are inherently criminal, loud, lazy and that we are the reason that everything is wrong with this country of yours. I would say country of ours, both yours and mine considering I was born here, my parents, grandparents, great grandparents and my great-great grandparents were born here as well. They were slaves but technically that made them citizens, or 3/5ths of one at least. My lineage in this country is long and I have just as much right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness as you do. But, let’s be honest it’s not my country at all. It’s your world, you run it, and you have decided that people who look like me are underserving of sharing the air that you breathe.
You might not think so but I understand you very well. You watch Fox News every night, you obsess over hating Obama, you hate Mexicans for taking American jobs and speaking that damn Spic language, you hate Muslims because they are all terrorist towel heads, you dislike Asians, well, just because they are aren’t white. But it’s those niggers you hate the most, isn’t it? You hate us because you believe we are inherently criminal, inherently stupid, inherently deserving of being slaughtered like pigs, don’t you? You despise us because our hair is wooly and disgusting to you. Our lips and noses are repulsive to you, hideous. And if we’re being honest with each other, and we can be, you hate Black men for having bigger dicks because it’s not fair that your little penis is so small but you know in your heart that you are supposed to be superior. In all fairness, we can’t do anything about the proportions of our features, we are not responsible for that, we have no control over our genetics. Even though so many of us covet your stringy, limp hair, your thin lips, and your pale, pasty skin, altering our aesthetics to conform to your narrow standards of beauty, you don’t really hate EVERYTHING about Black people, do you? Shhhhh, I know your secret. I know that at home, in private, you secretly lust after that big, hard, strong, thick, BLACK cock. You want your wife to be fucked by it, you want to sexually submissive to it. You want to worship it like it’s your God and you lust after it to the point of obsession. When you put on that uniform, however, when you put on that badge and that gun and you’re around your good ole boys, you can’t let anyone know your secrets so you tell those nigger jokes, you tase us for not wearing a seat belt or waiting for our children, you use illegal choke holds to restrain us , choking the life out of us, and you shoot us over and over and over again to prove to yourself and the world that you really are superior, that we are nothing more than scum that needs to be disposed of like trash.
But, if we are being completely fair, just between you and I, it’s really your fault that Blacks are in the socio-economic position we are in and the criminal behaviors that result from being denied equality for so long. Well, maybe not you personally but white people as a whole. It was the overwhelming and offensively arrogant ego of white people who decided that strong, beautiful, resilient bodies of Africans were unworthy of freedom; it was whites who decided that people of African descent had to labor like beasts, with no education, no income, no right to their heritage, culture, or history, to build a country for which they got no credit. You know that you and your friends do more drugs and alcohol than Black people could ever dream of doing. You know that you are more sexually deviant than Black people ever could hope to be. Deep down inside you know that it’s not Blacks who are inherently inferior at all, don’t you? Black people aren’t inherently criminal or lazy or stupid. We really aren’t. If we are less advantaged than whites, it’s because you wanted us to be. You stop us from getting jobs that could provide for our families, you don’t want us to be educated so that we could be equal to you, you put us in prison for things you turn a blind eye to when your neighbor does it. You want us to be relegated to a life of despair and poverty with no hope and now you are killing us because we are victims of a system that archetypal “you” put in place centuries ago. As much as you don’t want to admit it, as much as you are in denial that there are long-term, tangible, and compound consequences to the legacy that is slavery, you are murdering us for something that is not of our own doing, not our fault at all. That’s . . . not very fair.
So, Mr. white police officer, I’m going to beg you to not massacre us like animals in the streets so you can hide your conflicted and tormented beliefs. I’m going to beg you not to leave our bodies laying in the streets for hours. I’m pleading with the part of you that is just and fair and right to not fill our beautiful brown bodies with lead so that you might not ever have to reconcile your very racist beliefs you’re your conflicted sexual desires. We do not deserve to be murdered for circumstances that we did not create, for the inner demons you are unwilling to fight.
The mother of a movement to educate and enlighten, Scottie Lowe.