It’s hard to remember 2014. That’s why I’m glad I made some notes.
THE KNOCK OUT GAME HITS HOME
It is dismaying to find Internet memes at my doorstep. Chemtrails above and the marginalization of so-called conspiracy theory; the militarized attitude of the police that views the inner city as a war zone -police state America. The US is transforming, apparently moving towards fascism. When you can be handcuffed by the cops in your own back yard with no justification except for the nebulous accusation of looking suspicious; subjected to the proverbial unreasonable search, you are living in a police state. The state now violates with no judicial restraint my constitutional rights. I have had encounters with the police before, but all interactions were reasonable in a plausible deniability kind of way. The police generally applied the law invidiously, according to race, but it was usually well with in the limits of legitimate law enforcement. This incident was not. It crossed the line. I’m not protesting. Not here at this moment. Perhaps I will compose a protest later. Right now I am just stating a fact; one that was impressed upon me by that event. If I didn’t know it before then, there was no mistaking it now. The inner city is a police state. The police view its inhabitants much the same way our soldiers view the residents of the foreign cities they occupy. That’s one example of how an Internet meme, the notion that America is being transformed into a police state, landed, literally on my doorstep. It’s as obvious, almost, as the chemtrails overhead.
Another Internet meme has found its way to my doorstep as well, or at least to the neighborhood. A neighbor in my erstwhile community told me today that he had been the victim of the knockout game; had been hospitalized for several days. A black man, a few years younger than myself and no stranger to the street. I had always been impressed how he walked boldly through the neighborhood, unafraid and always with a friendly greeting in a deep resonant voice. I was deeply saddened to hear that had happened to him. This is a new kind of dip in the morality of these misguided people who live among us here in the inner city. Punks. That is the only way to describe those -and it is always a group of these cowards- that would blindside a defenseless passerby. For kicks! Sure, people have gotten mugged in this neighborhood before; for beef or money. But I had never heard of anyone knocking out someone just for fun. And certainly not youths knocking out their elders. This is some sick shit. And I’ve got to be even more vigilant when I am outside at my old address. That is the irony of crimes that society mostly associates with black people. The typical victim is not the white person; but that is the way the knockout game is presented to the public via the Internet. The most likely victims of these juvenile delinquents is not going to typically be the white guy across town. It’s going to be people in the community where these young thugs live. Black people.