March 4, 2019
The Germans have a word for it— Weltschmerz. Black people invented an entire genre of music to describe it— the bone deep weariness of being trapped in circumstances that you feel powerless to change.
Over the weekend, the news cycle was dominated by the performance of the demented clown in the center ring of the CPAC circus. While numerous journalists devoted hundreds of words to dissecting Trump’s rambling, overlong, angry screed, Black people were forced, once again to process our anger and incredulity over a decision showing just how little our lives matter.
Saturday, Sacramento prosecutor, Anne Marie Schubert, announced that the police officers who murdered Stephon Clark in his grandmother’s backyard for allegedly being guilty of vandalism, would not face charges. Despite the fact that Stephon Clark was unarmed. Despite the fact that police officers fired 20 times. Despite the fact that video shows that the cops continued to shoot him when he fell and provided no medical assistance for six minutes, (Source: “No Charges in Sacramento Police Shooting of Stephon Clark,” by Jose A. Del Real, The New York Times, 3/2/19). None of that was sufficient to dislodge the default assumption that Black people are criminals per se, so any harm we suffer at the hands of the police is deemed justified. Continue reading “Inner City Blues”
