Posted on 08/29/2014 5:55:58 PM PDT by 2ndDivisionVet
I have sometimes imagined that because of my time in prison I can understand what it is like to be black in the United States. I lived for nearly 25 years under conditions of control, viewed with suspicion and presumed dangerous.
The law enforcement that ran the prisons were taught to view prisoners as an enemy, and that things could go wrong at any moment and they often responded with preemptive or excessive force.
It was also a world full of black prisoners, who far outnumbered the other races, so I lived as a minority and sometimes suffered because of that. I thought these experiences qualified me to understand the lives of blacks in our nation. I was wrong.
Following the shooting of Michael Brown I began to intently follow events in Ferguson and elsewhere with increasing anger. The oppression that black citizens face, especially young black men, was starkly exposed in the response of law enforcement to protests and marches. Watching the live feeds of riot police shooting tear gas at chanting demonstrators, hearing the crack of gunshots and the yells of those struck by rubber bullets and wooden disks I was outraged. It seemed to me that the ugly face of oppression, normally disguised, was revealed in full.
Other police shootings began to receive national attention. I followed each, reading about the circumstances, examining how patterns stretching far back into our nation’s past were being played out in the modern world. After a few weeks of this I was exhausted. Ezell Ford’s death was the last straw for me. The unarmed man, aged 25 and reportedly suffering from mental illness, was killed by Los Angeles police on August 11, two days after the shooting of Michael Brown.
I felt physically ill and hopeless that any change was possible. A seemingly endless stream of tragedy was pouring out of my Twitter and Facebook feeds, and I couldn’t take it any more. I signed out of all my social media accounts, stopped habitually listening to the news and began to focus on my work closer to home. After all, I told myself, there is enough injustice to go around, and I have a prayer to affect it in my own community.
It felt good to take a break from all the pain and suffering, and I did get a lot of work done in my own sphere. A few days later I was talking to a friend who lives near Ferguson and is also a restorative justice practitioner. He asked about my decision, since we often sent one another links to various stories and feeds. I told him I was just tired and needed to check out for awhile.
“Well John,” he said, “I understand that it’s painful, but I want to say that black folks don’t get to check out of being black in America.”
I felt frozen by his words, not because I was offended or hurt, but because they seemed so true. Eventually I recovered and went on to explain how I was more locally focused now, and that a lot of my time on social media didn’t have anything to do with justice anyway. It was mostly just food and cats and science articles, but his words were still stuck in my head.
He got what I was saying, but he was also afraid. He was afraid that a lot of people who have been galvanized into action were burning out.
“I’m afraid that instead of a movement we’ll have just a moment.”
I kept rolling his words over in my mind. Even with my parallel experiences one critical difference separated me from blacks in this country. My time in prison, though long, has ended.
I am back to being a middle-aged white man in America, essentially the most privileged status in the nation. I don’t worry about being profiled by police while walking down the street or driving my car. No one is likely to call the police, nor are the police likely to kill me if I am holding a bb gun in Walmart.
I’ve been able to do so much more than put my experiences behind me, I’ve actually been able to use them as a way to further my work. In some ways they have become an advantage. Black people don’t have that chance. They can’t check out of the pain of systemic racism. They can’t put being black behind them — not in the U.S. at least.
A few days later I had coffee with another friend, also a restorative justice practitioner. He’s focused a lot of his career on race relations and historical harms. He’s black as well, and sat patiently through my story, just smiling and nodding his head when I told him how I had been mistaken in my understanding.
Our conversation rambled for a few hours, and towards the end he asked about my parole status. Because I have a life sentence I need a commutation or a pardon to be totally off of parole. I explained how I’d have to apply for those and make a case that it served the interest of the community.
“Wouldn’t that be something if we could get a pardon for being black?” he asked.
We laughed a little, but something about his idea seemed off to me. The fact is that I received my sentence justly under the system, and I don’t have any resentment about it. No, I told him. Black people haven’t done anything wrong to be in need of a pardon. They have in fact been the victims. What they deserve, and what we desperately need in this country, is the legalization of being black. That could be the beginning of justice.
There is always Monrovia or Liberia.
I think he means that all those awful laws need to be waived so blacks can do what they want and not have to be punished. Sort of like the platinum version of the race card.
Inmates are always viewed as dangerous for good reason. Some years ago we had a local female prison guard raped and murdered by a “non threatening” inmate who had been a trustee for some 15 years with no disciplinary actions on his record.
She let her guard down and let the situation get out of her control.
You don’t think that a certain someone won’t pardon each and every minority in prison, jail, probation or parole before he leaves office?
Waiting for somebody to write that all the black people have been murdered by whitey, but they too poor to know they’re dead.
Someone attempting to “game” the system. ;-)
So, we should legalize those tings the author thinks are part of being black, like armed robbery, murder, drug dealing? What actions, exactly, does “being black” represent?
I’m kind of curious about what this John Lash guy was in prison for.
In fact, the author seems to be making a racist comment that blacks can’t help being criminals because they are black, so we should just legalize crimes black people commit.
I have no idea.
We created the welfare state with these intentions, why would we change it now?
As a young person I embraced a philosophy of violence...I was so convinced of my views that I put myself in prison by following them.
Gee, is there any wonder the guards viewed him as dangerous? http://gaconflict.org/?page_id=123
I found this while trying to find out what his crime was, or crimes were, that got his self-righteous buns "25 years under conditions of control." I also wanted to know if his white color was what landed him in prison (apparently not), and if he ever made amends to his own victims prior to preaching to the rest of us how we ought behave. That, the amends, is not made clear, and I remain dubious.
Post 12. He went to prison for murder.
Where do these morons come from? If I didn’t know better, I would swear these are Stormfront operatives writing such bizarre BS as to make liberals look like idiots and black people as ignorant racists.
But nope. There are indeed enough brain damaged liberals and plantation blacks who really believe this crap.
> I am back to being a middle-aged white man in America, essentially the most privileged status in the nation. I don’t worry about being profiled by police while walking down the street or driving my car. No one is likely to call the police, nor are the police likely to kill me if I am holding a bb gun in Walmart.
Yeah I’m privileged too. I get to pay more taxes by far, am forced into slavery so that thugs and illegal immigrants can get free food, housing, healthcare, education, clothing, and phones, and am forced to bow to homos and affirmative action so that I can hire less qualifknown rope with criminal histories who may get me sued. And then I’m told I need to feel guilty for what my ancestors did over a 100 years ago and repatriate black men who live today that never suffered the same treatment.
Yeah I’m privileged alright.
> I am back to being a middle-aged white man in America, essentially the most privileged status in the nation. I don’t worry about being profiled by police while walking down the street or driving my car. No one is likely to call the police, nor are the police likely to kill me if I am holding a bb gun in Walmart.
Yeah I’m privileged too. I get to pay more taxes by far, am forced into slavery so that thugs and illegal immigrants can get free food, housing, healthcare, education, clothing, and phones, and am forced to bow to homos and affirmative action so that I can hire less qualified people with criminal histories who may get me sued. And then I’m told I need to feel guilty for what my ancestors did over a 100 years ago and repatriate black men who live today that never suffered the same treatment.
Yeah I’m privileged alright.
It’s already legal to be Black.
Just don’t be a criminal thug and things go remarkably well...
Ah, thank you for that cripplecreek. It was posted while I was reviewing the guy's website so I did not see it prior to your post calling it to my attention.
That fact makes the treatment he received by the guards even more understandable, and also makes me wonder even more if he made some kind of amends to his victim's family and loved ones.
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