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Originally Published at Baltimore's City Paper

Originally Published at Baltimore's City Paper

Bernie Sanders' approach to reparations should sober Black America

February 01, 2016

It's hard to miss rapper Killer Mike. His tenacity, stature, presence, and the fact that he will go down in the history of hip-hop legends—a living, breathing political hip-hop genius in our lifetime. And the rapper's brilliance goes far beyond moving the crowd as he performs songs like 'God In The Building' and 'Reagan': He has wept for Black America in light of the cycle of cataclysmic injustices and galvanized the perked ears of Black voters.

His presidential candidateof choice, like many other Black American leaders, is Bernie Sanders. Why he'd walk this path with Sanders is obvious. Sanders has made it clear that he wants to do right by an American people marred by two decades of explicit oligarchic plunder and bought elections. If you're middle class, he's the best thing since sliced bread. If you're impoverished he is sliced bread. If you're wealthy, he's robbing your bread factory. Killer Mike's message to Black America: Either you "Feel the Bern," or risk getting burned again.

But there are reasons to question unequivocal support of Sanders. As Ta-Nehisi Coates pointed out recently in the Atlantic, there is Sanders' placid aversion of reparations, and that is on top of his far too class-oriented radicalism. That Sanders is endorsed by many beloved members of the Black community should open the eyes of Black voters for sure, but it should also lead to more challenges of Sanders' platform.

Sanders has experienced a hailstorm of criticism about both the case for reparationsand his evasiveness on the topic. The inquiry is clear: Does Bernie Sanders believe in and plan to make reparatory actions given slavery, Jim Crow, redlining, and the current wholesale jailing of black bodies via the war on drugs? To the naked eye it seems as if some of us are putting him exclusively under the searing light of an interrogation room. But as Coates pointed out, this is what Sanders has called for when he introduced the word "radical" into his campaign lexicon. And "radical," in the Black American tradition, has always meant making amends for historically protracted tyranny legitimized at federal or state levels.

Here is what Sanders said to NBC's Chuck Todd, after Todd asked him why he stops short on reparations: "We have got to invest in the future. What we have got to do is address poverty in America, something that very few people talk about, and especially poverty in the African-American community and the Latino community. And if you look at my record and if you look at my agenda, raising the minimum wage to 15 bucks an hour, creating millions of jobs by rebuilding our infrastructure, focusing on high rates of youth unemployment. I think our candidacy is the candidacy talking to the issues of the African-American community."

Should Sanders reverting to class-based reforms be accepted due to the need to unite his voter base? Should we, Black America, settle for the broad brush proposals like free public higher education and health care engineered by a lofty single-payer system before exploring what else comes with his presidency? Absolutely not.

The current stirring of emotions in Black America in response to his cold candor about reparations is exactly what we needed. It's a punch to the gut. This toxically elegant love affair that we have with America is what Booker T. Washington so eloquently characterized in his Atlanta address: "When we love, we love hard." Coates is loving Sanders hard by highlighting a critical issue at the heart of the Sanders platform. Outside a strong argument for restitution, he's also reminded many that class-based reform does not equal the racial justice African-Americans have labored, it merely provides a bandage. Race will still matter, even with Sanders shutting down plutocrats. On a macro level, 2008 painted this picture very well with a housing crisis that left the top half of African-American families with less than half of their original wealth in 2007, as opposed to white families in the same category losing only 14 percent. It would also do us justice to remember the assault of ex-tennis pro James Blake, to see how racism waterboards class whenever it sees fit. Journalist Van Newkirk offered recently, "[I]f a goal of anti-poverty programs is to lift black people out of poverty into the middle class, it must grapple with this peculiar fact; that black people of all income levels are less likely to make it to the middle class than are the poor people of other races."

But when a candidate has the blessing of Killer Mike, Cornel West, and many others, opposing some of his ideas (not necessarily him, as a candidate) as a Black American might seem like public suicide, which is precisely what Coates and many others hope to counter. No candidate is above reproach. Along with fumbling on the question for reparations, Sanders has in the past spoken directly about race only after he was pushed.

There are other troubling elements of Sanders' campaign: His recent poverty tour to Sandtown-Winchester, which he described as "a third-world country," was disappointing. He also said and that some areas require tighter gun control than others—citing Baltimore as a place that does but his home state of Vermont as a place that doesn't—which can only be interpreted as a belief that you cannot trust Black Americans with guns the way you can rural whites. Activist DeRay McKesson said this after meeting with him earlier in October 2015: "Sen. Sanders has a long history of discussing economic justice and often focuses on income. We pushed him to think about the racial wealth gap as a clearer indicator of ending inequity."

Still, Sanders is the rational candidate and Sanders' presidency may still be in Black America's interest. But until he show that he can be less dismissive on a subject near and dear to those who still have grainy plantation photos in cabinets, stories lodged in the memory of aunts being spat on in Jim Crow South, and cousins locked behind privatized prison walls for marijuana trafficking, he should be challenged. Meanwhile,Hillary Clinton chauffeured hordes of Blacks and Latinos into the prison industrial complex, describing them as "super-predators" at one point. It would be ahistorical to say the term super-predators doesn't have roots in demonizing African-Americans. In many ways, Clinton posing as any kind of friend to Black Americans is as absurd as O'Malley's similar claims.

That Sanders is not Clinton, however, is not enough. The Sanders platform, if it maintains a heavy-handedness about reform, must grapple with race and this country's history of racism. His belief that cemented disparities will evaporate with an overarching agenda is simply wrong. The record indicates otherwise.

I don't foresee anyone turning down benefits from reparations should they come to pass some day. Black America agrees on that at least. We should then look at what else we agree on and let the candidates do their best political dances for our vote. A part of that process is asking the brutal questions that make even white liberals squirm and Blacks hold their breath as they wait for the proper answer. And the argument for reparations has done that job masterfully. Racism unaddressed will leak out the pores of everyday life—2015 put the world on notice of that. Anyone who wishes to hold local or national public office has to be brought to account by the people they wish to represent with these realities at the forefront. Black America should always be vigilant in prioritizing its interests over political theater.

Originally Published at Muslim Matters

Originally Published at Muslim Matters

Water for Flint: Racial Politics Collide

February 01, 2016

When African Americans use the term “they” it almost always gets misaddressed as an indictment of white society, or even more cryptic, a collection of stoned-faced boogie-men tugging on the levers of the free-world. That catalog of definitions couldn't be more inaccurate. If the arch enemy of your people could be picked out of a racial lineup, fighting oppression would be elementary, thus rendering our dialogue here useless. But in the name of compounding more thought on to a crisis in Flint, Michigan, I choose to press forward. We are no doubt a nation of systems, mechanizations, and arrangements. So when I speak of “they” in the following series of lamentations and observations understand that the “they” I prosecute, are structures. Before we revert back to our condemnations of the third-world inadequacies in relief from nature's implosions, we should study the deliberateness of Flint's water crisis.

Governor Snyder's man-crafted apocalypse will never be severed from an American biography that begins with smallpox blankets, interludes with Tuskegee experiments and climaxes at Katrina. Detroit Government has pegged itself along a spiraling trail of American biochemical persecution. Somehow the pictures of babies clad in rashes disables my rage rather than charge it. Maybe because this time the blood has spilled from their palms onto their faces and bellies. Indifference is a methodical destroyer. Lead, in the hands of the intentionally indifferent, can be used to cripple generations. The city where I grew up bears testament to this narrative. Data on lead poisoning however, throws meat on the bones of a story too bleak to be true.

Lead Poisoning is Slow Drip Genocide1

Journalist Anna Maria Barry-Jester captured a snapshot of what was already damaging children in Baltimore, “Despite sharp declines, the city of Baltimore still has nearly three times the national rate of lead poisoning among children, and a look at the data reveals that, like like other health disparities, just a handful of neighborhoods are responsible for almost all of the city's cases over the last five years.” Skin rashes, abrasions among many outer displays of Flint's crisis will be fixed given time. But, parents will now have to work through raising children whose abilities to focus in class and control impulses have been stymied by lead adding to every obstacle presented by poverty. Videos of police shootings expose an insidious brand of state sanctioned torture. The cause and effect is seen immediately. Lead damage however, takes time to represent for what it is—slow drip genocide.

It's been a year and half since the community of Flint began it's back and forth of crying out for help and being told that everything would be fine. Mismanagement doesn't nearly encapsulate the deliberateness of lead levels exceeding state of emergency level by thousands of percentage points. If our country's memory doesn't leave us in the dark, then Flint has etched it's name in stone in a well-known yet understudied cocktail of Black persecution. No matter how obdurate the opposing voices, again Blacks have paid the ultimate price for willful negligence. The devil's in the details, hell-on-earth in the data.1 Lead in water is measured in Parts Per Billion (ppb). Federal intervention is mandated at test levels of 15ppb. Water used to bathe infants daily has qualified at 300+ ppb in some homes.

 

We All Lose this Time Around

Despite being a city that is 56 percent Black, poor Whites in Flint have been swept along in the lead hurricane. If anything is to be gleaned from this catastrophe, let it be the colliding plight of African Americans and poor whites who have joined at the hip from time to time during this American saga, in suffering. In by far one the most dubious election cycles ever my cohort of millennials has experienced, what we are seeing in a city of 99,000 economically embattled citizens is tragic, and most necessary to understand the intersections of race/class subjugation. Water, a substance that binds us has now become a commodity that defines our need to examine how governments pit two communities against each other who undoubtedly have contrasting interests.

What has happened in Flint will mean irreparable consequences. Wounds will fester long after the news cycle sails from the wind of another disaster that massages the sensation of onlookers. But, let the political unity that comes about from those harmed in Flint, be a beacon for this country. Everyday “they” remind us that Blacks are here alone. Every few seasons, they let poor and working class whites know that, we are in this together. In the next six months, cities will install new political voices responsible for governing this youthful nation. As those of us who are privileged to vote start to decided who we gift these positions, we ought to think about where our interests cross paths. Out of all of the contemporary plight in Michigan, I hope that “they” see a voting block emerge that locks the hands of Black, Brown and White, but for now just water for Flint.

Suggested Reads:

http://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/Press_releases/2004/Pollak-Article.pdf

http://www.forbes.com/forbes/welcome/http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/bs-md-lead-letters-20150821-story.html

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/flint-michigan-water-lead_us_56784055e4b0b958f657595c

Originally Published at Muslim Matters 

Originally Published at Muslim Matters 

No Justice No LeBron: A Last Thought

January 01, 2016

I  too, am a “witness”

The summer I watched you, Kevin Durant, and other mythical titans play during the lockout was unforgettable. I grew up in West Baltimore and we haven’t had a professional basketball team since 1973. NBA players, usually stuck behind LED screens in homes across America, introduced a euphoria unheard of in my city — outside of old high school rivalries. We’d all heard the stories about Rucker Park in New York. We knew it was a gladiator school where boys cross their way over to becoming men, earning the stripes of legendary players. Before the lockout we didn’t claim the nationwide folklore of New York’s battlegrounds, but you guys did something magical and it hasn’t been the same since.   

I remember seeing Aquille Carr, a 5-foot nothing Baltimore hometown high school phenom walk onto a stage that in any other time wouldn’t be available, and play with you all. From whistle to whistle dunks rained, nets popped, and the crowd stood on its feet 95% of the time. The bleachers were full of dope boys, college grads, girls from round the way, and of course, bright eyed children who looked like caricatures of you all.

Rarely do children come face to face with their idols, let alone in humid gyms packed way past fire hazard recommendations. But the opportunity was there for all of us to bear “witness”. I was more at awe at how we had gotten there. From my understanding the players of the NBA took a stand in safeguarding their assets from a league that had far too long usurped athletes, and most importantly black ones.

The lockout was a final stand against owners who for years have misappropriated the athletic capital of players. Every point scored had a social currency like never before. NBA players showed every aspiring child that the bodies they develop through hours of training and punishment could be leveraged to enact change institutionally.

Kingdoms

Since then, you’ve won two championships, and imprisoned the entire league in your dungeon of physical prowess. But I can’t help but to see you as the man who shared a story so identical to my dearest friends in Baltimore that it shakes me to the marrow. To my knowledge, you are the son of a single Black mother who understood  how dangerous everyday is for our boys in America enough to dedicate her life to keeping you involved in basketball. You seemed comfortable that summer here in Baltimore; I imagine because the smiles, handshakes and sincere grit of the people that welcomed you, also reminded you of Cleveland.

I am aware that they call you the King of your hometown. You’ve earned every right to be addressed as royalty. Not only does your talent literally create an economy, but your philanthropy and compassion sets the tone for the rest of the sports world. When Eric Garner was murdered, the universe watched you don a ‘I can’t breathe’ shirt against the wishes of so many fans, who believed you ought to stay out of affairs like that. Their cry was “he needs to focus on ball.”

You did it anyway, because we know that the people of your city are just as important as your playbook. You made emphatic statements such as, “I’m pretty upset that I’m not protesting right now with the rest of the guys out there in New York. I think it’s something that’s very alarming in our country as far as that’s concerned. We have to be more conscientious of what the law enforcement’s job is, and that’s to protect and serve.”  There have been multiple non-indictments since then, each more deplorably presented by state prosecutors than the previous one. But, you won the hearts of the fans then and you can stand with the rest of your community and continue on that path now.

Close to home

Tamir Rice was a 12-year-old Black boy who grew up a few hours away from where you did. I assume, that much like any kid in Cleveland, he did his best to emulate your gameplay whenever he walked on the hardwood. His personal rise to glory was interrupted by the shots of Cleveland Police Officer Timothy Loehmann on November 22, 2014 at 2:00PM. He then was allowed to continue his life as a normal human being, despite committing a murder caught on camera. Across the country, police killings have ranged from abhorrently bizarre to effortless. 1100+ police murders of mostly African American men in 2015 proves we are living in critical times.

Options are what people like myself and others are looking for. Options that you and others may be able to entertain, considering what’s happening.

It is true. I asked you to sit out.

The reason I went as far as to ask you to sit out is because every bit of empathetic work you have done makes you the archetype for this sort of leadership. Whether it be hoodies, t-shirts or 4th quarter comebacks, your energy commands allegiance. I believe that you could inspire many others whose bodies are bread & butter, to engage in this sort of non-violent action. Something clicked for the Mizzou football team that I believe can click for Black professional athletes. Mizzou channeled the same energy that created the legacy of Paul Robeson, who was so critical of the United States, that for a period of time he not only lost money, but his right to enter the very country he was born in.

Who am I to say anything?

Essentially, I’m a concerned citizen of this republic— no more better than anyone who breathes this air. Intimately, I’m a Black father. Before I was Black father, I was a Black husband. Prior to that, I was Black athlete, who paid for school via a football scholarship. I could never say I understand the platform you’re on. But, we share three of the four facts in common. I agree, the manner in which I called upon your support was no doubt poignant, and has ruffled the feathers of many of your beloved fans and pundits who embrace the legacy you are shaping. But it is quite interesting that when I reached out to other pros in the same way on December 23, 2015 via Twitter, to galvanize the same support, it fell on deaf ears. No one said a word after I mentioned at least ten high profile athletes besides you. Baltimore’s Ray Lewis was the second person I tried to reach after the grand jury decision. When it was announced that Timothy Loehmann would walk as a free man, I took one more shot with #NoJusticeNoLebron and it stuck.

Just last year, I organized a Professional Athlete Summit in West Baltimore, where young Black male athletes heard firsthand from agents, past/present NFL players, and talent developers about opportunities that didn’t have anything to do with ever having to touch a ball. The idea was to never have them believe they have to be cornered into a specific box. Black boys gathered that night so we could remind them that their survival depended on them being dynamic. In the American ghetto, many times the idea of a “way out” revolves around the body, not the mind. You live and breathe these concepts.

Time is Illmatic

A lot can happen in two seconds. You and every other phenom that puts on a jersey knows that. Less than two seconds made the mother of Tamir Rice have to stiffen her lip and strengthen her back in the face of a corrupt system. These are the realities we’ve been forced to reflect on. Unfortunately, you said that “you didn’t know enough about the case” which saddens me. I’m hoping it was a PR mishap, and that you know at least general details about a boy murdered in your hometown by police in 1.5 seconds. I believe that you meant that you didn’t exactly know  all technical justifications used to clear Tamir’s killer.

Time is not a luxury some in America have in this moment. I believe that if you decide to marshal your fellow players in a collective sit out, to ensure the amount of awareness is brought to help the family of Tamir Rice see their child’s killers put away, it’ll be the best buzzer beater you have ever made. This responsibility does not rest solely on your shoulders, however they have been put to the test in times like this so people rally around those same shoulders.

There is no such thing as singling out someone who’s already been passionate about these issues on their own. You were a man about the people far before I said anything. The shame that the public is assuming I cast upon you has been misconstrued. We both know shame is a shallow motivator— love liberates. I’m more than certain that you have colleagues prepared to lead, who share the same sentiments about precious Tamir. Unfortunately, this last non-indictment has tipped the scales.  I’ll cheer for you, sit out or not. It won’t be a cure-all. I never expected it to be. However, it’ll let the world know that enough is enough. You are who you are because of your habit of rising to the occasion. This is an occasion that comes along every 50 years or so. Whether or not this call to action continues to directly address you is a decision I’ll happily defer to Tamir Rice’s family. The NBA locked out to negotiate for contracts, my hope is  that if decided, you lead them to lockout to negotiate for Black Life.

Respect always…

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