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In his analysis, like many others who have taken the introspective approach to this issue, he denies the victim. It’s almost like he is saying that because black men participate in these cultural tenets, then the behavior that comes from it is worthy of harassment, oppression or even murder. He denies, not explicitly, that this was a tragedy, and almost implies that Trayvon deserved it.
My problem with these people who argue this point is that, am I not allowed to enjoy rap music in all of its ignorance and glory, even though white people overwhelmingly purchase the music, and attend the concerts more than black people? Am I not allowed to dress the way I feel I want to dress for fear of being shot? Can I be whomever I chose to be regardless of me needing to be a totem for my race?
Any other young man in our society can enjoy that freedom without fear for their safety why do we need to change to fit a society that has unfairly dealt us a bad hand. No one has forgotten about the problems of Chicago, but while that continuous violence is happening within our village another force has decided to attack our village, and right now is the time when we take a stand and stand up as a tribe and defend that village. We can fight with each other we will handle that at home but should someone else be allowed to come in and destroy what little we have already built. White boys can walk around in trenchcoats, makeup, black nail polish, anarchistic shirts, and the like and he’s seen as troubled, artistic, or sensitive, but a young black man who wears gold teeth, fitted caps, baggy jeans, and hoodies are a threat, dangerous or a thug. The saddest part is when White boys do the same they are seen as normal. Why can’t we stand up and fight and afford our young black man the freedom to live his life emulate his heroes and grow safely, without ridicule from a country that has grown him yet continues to tell him you do not belong unless you fit our mold of what you should be, while everyone else can be whomever they choose to be.
To be Black is not a singularity of experience, we all have subjective lives, we don’t all see the world the same because we are people, we are human and we are individuals, with most of us only sharing commonalities in levels of melanin in our skin. So to offer a prescription for what Black folk ought to do, or that black people ought to be is ignorant in itself. I am a man who happens to be black, I am intelligent, I am dark skinned, I love rap music, sometimes of the most ignorant nature, and I love chicken and watermelon, but I also love philosophy, rock and roll, art, cooking and nature. Yet, the former are what many have used to define me within my blackness. I once was exactly like Trayvon Martin. I wanted gold teeth, I listened to violent music, I was fairly tall and bold, and I dressed like many would consider a thug, and undoubtedly I would have reacted the same as he did that night.
Further I believe every seventeen year old boy would behave that way if they noticed someone following them, at night, while they were alone, in the rain. Especially during that time in your life when you are toeing a line of adolescent immaturity with physical manhood, you are a strong as you’ve ever been and everything you have ever been taught in your life has told you not to be a “punk” or to defend yourself. If a stranger decided to follow me I would confront him too at 17 years old and stand and defend myself, even more ferociously if I saw a man whom I believe is carrying a dissenting opinion of me based on my skin color. because at 17 I don’t have the mental capacity nor the maturity to remember that anything could happen, that this person may want to kill me, that this person may be armed or that he failed police psychological exams, Me nor any 17 year old boy would have that capacity, therefore they may have all lost their lives that night.
Unless of course they are not black, because then they would have the privilege of being assumed to be a resident of the neighborhood who was just walking home, or maybe even they could have been visiting a friend or at worst sneaking his girlfriend out of the house like thousands of 17 year old boys have done and will continue to do forever. Unfortunately Trayvon didn’t dress and behave according to the “right” guidelines for safe young black male perception, that book of unwritten rules black males have to live by daily in order to not be seen as dangerous or a threat, so he was shot to his death in a fight between two men, an altercation, in which whether one feared for his life or not, did in fact kill the other and that young male happened to be black, and enjoy the things that his contemporaries, whether, White, Black, Asian, or Hispanic, all enjoyed.
So to rebuttal what Mr. Malco has said yes there is an introspection that must be done within our village, in order to fix some of those pressing internal issues that have halted or growth as a people, and of course no time is right like the present. However, because I choose to live my life a certain way does not change my desire for love, respect, compassion, empathy or any other tenet of humaness. No one will forget the young black boys of whom we are losing with great haste in Chicago, but at the moment we are remembering Trayvon and reminiscing on times that we thought were almost gone. Right now we are healing as a people for the loss of a son at the hands of an outsider, as much as we mourn for the loss of our sons at the hands of his brother. Both problems need to be solved but right now we are remebering our newest unfortunate martyr in the struggle for real equality.