#BlackLoveMatters

If any nuance is to be added to the #blacklivesmatter or #prayforsoandso hash tag movements it should be that black people need to learn how to love each other. #BlackLoveMatters! Not just the ones that are out in the streets perpetrating crimes against one another, the community and humanity as a whole–actually I’m not even talking about them because in most cases they don’t even love themselves enough to know the gravity of some of their acts. Even the most heinous acts like murdering a 9 year old kid just to get back at his gang affiliated father does not equate with a cop who swears to do right by the community doing the same thing to a 16 year old.

 Misery loves company and the hood is replete with misery–you do the math.  Crime and poverty go hand in hand. Those of us who have made it out of the cycle of generational poverty and those of us who are a mere generation or two removed from the cycle need to undertake the task of loving and understanding each other, human history and the effects of protracted poverty on a given populace. When I hear people (especially black people) say things like “they only protest when a white cop shoots a black person but never do it when a black person kills a black person” I no longer have to patience to explain to them that such a disparate comparison makes sense only to the myopic minded Fox News viewer. No longer will I retort that cops are paid and empowered by the state to uphold the law and to serve and protect the communities that they are deployed and when they fail to do such a thing and decide play judge, jury and executioner all in a matter if seconds it’s a far more egregious crime than Pookie who is a  member of the Bloods gunning down Man Man who reps the Crips from the other side of the projects whose crews have been warring since long before either were born . Furthermore the likelihood that Pookie or Man Man were under and mis-educated is rather high. As is the likelihood that they lacked the requisite love and attention needed to grow from a boy to a man so even if Pookie and Man Man were born in 1979 they are so arrested in their development that comparing their actions to professional law enforcement and to hold them to the same moral code is nonsensical at best. It’s also an opine completely devoid of love, understanding and common logic. What people are really saying when they utter such bullshit is they don’t understand how the human mind works. What’s scary and depressing is many of these people have at least had the benefit of taking psychology 101 so to be so lost on the causal effects of trauma on the human condition is rather embarrassing. At least it should be.

In our collective DNA there’s over 400 years of oppression and trauma passed down from our ancestors–most of which spent their entire life in brutal bondage. Such residual effects should be the tie that binds the “talented tenth” to masses who in most cases lacked the helping hand or foot in ass that they had to break their cycle. Black love is being that helping hand and/or foot in the ass when called upon. The single biggest reason why you are not mired in the doldrums of generational poverty and hood stagnation that we often see recklessly bantered about on the news and in popular forms of black entertainment (movies, novels, TV)  is because someone extended a hand and foot to you when you most needed it.

So from here on out my resounding reply to all of those on the sidelines (because if you are parroting Fox News talking points you really ain’t doing shit for the community) saying things like #alllivesmatter or “black people don’t care about black on black crime” is #BlackLoveMatters.

 

Hopefully they won’t be so clueless that they fail to comprehend that I’m speaking about them and not Pookie, Man Man or any of the rest of the victims of white supremacy in America’s man made ghettos and hoods.