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After Dallas: Because We Build
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After Dallas: Because We Build
We are a family. We are a family whose oldest forebears came together in a partnership not formed by great love or mutual desire or uniquely felt companionship or even arrangement. No, this is a forced relationship, plotted with avarice, compelled by rape, bound by the bullet. America was conceived at gunpoint. The echoes of that inceptive gunfire sounded through time and into the night as bullets entered Alton Sterling's flesh, sounded in the day as bullets entered Philando Castile's flesh. The bullets fired are the same bullets that passed through Trayvon Martin's young body as he walked home from the store, that passed through Tamir Rice's young body as he played in the park, that passed through Aiyana Stanley-Jones' young body as she slept next to her grandmother. These same bullets passed through Emmett Till. Our progenitor's gunfire echoes still, echoed just the other day, echoed against buildings in downtown Dallas, propelling not new bullets but the same bullets. These same bullets have now entered the flesh of Officer Lorne Ahrens, Officer Michael Krol, Officer Michael J. Smith, Officer Brent Thompson, and Officer Patrick Zamarripa. The 5 police officers who died in Dallas are also victims of the greed and rape and murder that produced America. These bullets have passed through them all and are now hovering, waiting, and will surely enter flesh again.
Our America. We are torn by a past of violent suffering. Of genocide against Indigenous people. Of enslavement of African people. Of exploitation of Asian people. Of dehumanization of Latino people. Of vilification of Middle Eastern and South Asian people. Think of the resources devoted to teasing out the complexities of personal family relationships in therapy sessions and support groups and even on daytime TV. Where are the resources to tease out the tangled thorns binding us all, one against The Other, to our shared past of terror and bloodletting, so that we might begin to advance as a national family, together? I am calling for Untangling.
I am not calling for the performance of Unity. These calls for sudden and sure American Unity that are amplified by microphones virtually tethered to my television strike me as absurd. Are we the people expected to embrace the uncle who clawed his way into our bed to defile us? Who dismembered and castrated, then spat - and then grinned at us? Who handed us blankets that would decimate us? We do not need to perform Unity. We the people of color are already united in our shared oppression. We the people of color are already united in our horror. We the people of color need equality. I am calling for a real discourse, for an accounting, for Truth and Reconciliation. I am calling for Reparations, to begin to repair the damage done. I am calling for an end to the Police State.
We know this Police State is born from the Slave State. We know the officers of today are the overseers of yesterday. We know the patrollers of today are the paddy-rollers of yesterday. We know there are good cops. We are related to them. But we also know that, good cop or bad, their job is to circumscribe the lives of dispossessed people, to respond to the inevitable social consequences of inadequate healthcare, unequal education, underemployment, and shitty housing with handcuffs that were once iron chains, and perpetuate the deception that it is our fault we are shackled. We are kicked down and then blamed for being so low.
We also know the militarization of the Police State is not actually new, is not some post-9/11 phenomenon, because we know it was the military at Wounded Knee. We have been here and we have had this done to us before and before and before. A robot bombing a gunman? Well, yes, of course, because a police helicopter bombed Osage Avenue, because the National Guard bombed the Black Wall Street.
I support common sense gun laws, but I know legislation will not stop the hate that raided Stonewall, that massacred Orlando, that tortured Matthew Shepard. Yes, I see you my sisters and brothers in the LGBTQ struggle. I see you, and I love you, too.
My family. My American people. All of us. Oh, say, can you not see that we are bound to this monolith, this monument to hate? That we are pinned by thorns dripping with the blood and sweat and salty wet tears of the victims of White Supremacy and White Privilege and White Racism. That white folk are pinned here, too? That none of us, not even the cops themselves are free from this system - except the system controllers, except the 1%, those who are sneering with their Make America Great Again Hate Again Hate Again Hate Again and again and again occupation of our bodies, our minds, our very souls? Can you not see that we are all held in a state of dispossession by the hate that issued from our forefathers like ejaculate when this nation was conceived?
This ejaculate is all over our faces. They have pissed on us and worse, they have made too many of us believe that it's just raining.
We have to join arms, together, and make ourselves free. Are you ready for this?
We have to dismantle the Police State. We have to shut it down. Shut. It. Down. We will not do this with sniper fire. We will do this by liberating the poor from their poverty, liberating the straight from their homophobia, liberating the men from their misogyny, liberating the racists from their racism. We have to liberate the prisoners from their prisons. I am talking about mental prisons, but I am also talking about prison systems. We have to dismantle the school to prison pipelines and income-generators like excessive bail bonds and petty fines that propel our people into the Prison Industrial Complex.
We have to commit to environmental justice and animal rights because this Earth where America is is our home. We are a dysfunctional family living in the filth of our own waste, inhaling poison, drinking liquid metal, eating more chemical compounds than actual food. We are sick.
Our physical wellness will develop when we commit to a complete and thorough and all-inclusive social justice movement. Our cognitive closure will come with the establishment of real equity across the lines of difference that have kept us divided and conquered since Columbus sailed the ocean blue. Our authentic joy will emerge when we free our children from the lies that are a dream, that are a nightmare, that are the dystopian reality of Black American life.
This work will be long, and this work will be exhausting, and you might look very differently at your neighbor or your coworker as this work is being done. But we are already exhausted, aren't we? Aren't we tired of all this? If we must be tired, let it be an exhaustion that comes from the hard work of revolutionary change. If we must wear ourselves out, let it be because we build.
Eisa Nefertari Ulen is the author of Crystelle Mourning,a novel described by The Washington Post as "a call for healing in the African American community from generations of hurt and neglect." @EisaUlen www.EisaUlen.com #BlackLivesMatter #NativeLivesMatter #LatinoLivesMatter