Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Adoptive Mother Of A Black Son Narrative



Now, the entire world knows of the United States dirty raciest secrets, that is, to a certain extent.  To the extent of gaining a basic understanding of what People of Color, specifically African Americans or those of Diaspora has been enduring for over 400 years. 

I say basic understanding because the half has never been told.  The United States continues to sweep its trash under the rug pretending that racism does not exist; that Industrialized Slavery took the place of slavery they proclaim is no more with the implementation of so called Civil Rights.  These Civil Rights initiatives  further hide their raciest proclivities in every scope of US society as they try to convenience the World that they are the "home of the brave and land of the Free"!  

Therefore, if the raciest acts of the US and all of their dirty evil deeds against  Chosen Nations of people are truly  acknowledged; the United States along with South America, Europe and Australia would have to change the  annuals of their entire history, including the bible and all books of antiquity. The United States would have to amend their Constitution. They would have to admit culpability that they  are reaping the benefits of free labor from the blood, sweat and tears of Black men, women and children.  Primarily, they would have to contend with the fact that they owe, stole and are stealing from Africa and those of African Diasporas who are  the descendants of those they enslaved; that they owe Reparations! 

The United States  have been denying Reparations and lying  to those of the African Diaspora since the Civil War of 1865 and the so called Emancipation Proclamation.  This is when the United States promised the Black soldiers and the families of those who fought the American Civil War; and, their descendants, 40 acres of beach front property from the Coast of Florida to the Carolina's.  A mule was added to the agreement to help with the plowing.  

Even today, the United States continue to ignored the recommendations of the United Nations of fair treatment of African Americans and its People of Color.

The only way to abate and rectify the injustices perpetuated against those of Diaspora and People of Color is not reparations alone but a total  complete change in mindsets. If the US and other countries are going to free itself from retribution of all the evils done against those of the African Diaspora they must have a change of consciousness to  higher moral standards and make restitution.

The change starts with you!  Stop trying to make me, us, believe that you are not raciest an show us that you are not raciest. 

Return all that you have stolen and pay what you owe.~ El Ahora

“I have been hesitant to talk about my son through all of this. I did not want to use his blackness as a platform. Being an adoptive mother of a black son, does NOT give me any first-hand knowledge or experience of what it is like to live in black skin. Even when we had our encounters with racism I had the power of my white privilege to stand up for my rights. I do have a second-hand knowledge (so to speak), as a witness of racial profiling, and the secondary pain of one who loves my son. However, as I see so much pushback, of those scrambling to continue to blame black people for their encounters with law enforcement, I wanted to share a couple of stories, with the hope that scales can be lifted.

My family moved to a new home, after my husband was relocated. We purchased a home that had been empty for about 6 months. We arrived the day before the moving truck, to prep the home. I was inside painting and my 14-year-old son was raking the leaves in the front yard. Within the FIRST HOUR of my son out front, I hear the sound of cars racing down the street. I go outside to find THREE squad cars parked in my driveway and police rushing out of the car. I had no fear of the police, as why would I? And I walk right up to them to inquire what is going on. I could clearly see, the moment they saw me, I saw in their faces and change demeanor, instant calm. They explained that somebody called to report that there was “somebody” at this house who are not supposed to be there. All I had to do was say, we I was the new owner and they took my word for it and left.

So many questions: Why did that person who called ASSUME that a 14-year-old child raking leaves was up to no good, breaking some kind of crime that merited calling the police? Why THREE squad cars in response to a 14-year-old kid raking leaves? Why did my presence instantly calm them? Why did they simply take my word that I was the new home owner without asking me for proof? I will leave those deductions for others to derive.

Another day, while driving on an open road, I sped up to pass a car. In the process of doing so, I was driving over the speed limit. Perfect place, perfect time, passed right by the police. I get pulled over for breaking the law. I BROKE THE LAW! It took unusually long for the officers to get out of the car, and I could see them talking to each other. Each got out, slowly approached my car, with their hands on their guns. That had never happened to me before, so I thought it strange. As the officer cautiously approached my window, I already had my license out and was holding it to the window. She didn’t take it. Instead, she was looking at my passenger, my 15-year-old passenger. She asked me, “Are YOU okay Mam?” She stared at him with a look I had never seen in an officer before…it was like she was afraid. Again, I gestured for her to take my license. She asked me for my passenger’s drivers license. I said clearly stated, he is only 15 and does not have a license. She then asked for his school ID, and I said it was a Sunday and he does not have it with him. I explained, “he is my son.” She then requested his Social Security number. Had I known then what I know now, I would have protested in that instant. But I was so confused, I was not used to this kind of police interaction. I provided his SS number. The two officers proceeded to go back to the car. 45 MINUTES we sat there, waiting, while they ran their background checks. Checking NOT on me, but rather on my son. This became clear when they provided me information about my son when returning to the car. I stated, “I would like to get out of my car, to speak with you.” Hand shot right back on her gun, again asking, “Are you okay Mam?” I said I was fine, but would like to step out of the car and speak to them. They allowed me, and again I was able to use my whiteness as privilege and power to confront them on this racial profiling, with no fear of retaliation.

So many questions. Why was the assumption that I was in danger and in need of help? Why was the focus on a 15-year-old child, when I was the one who broke the law?

These are only 2 events, of the many, where my son was under scrutiny, for no reason, other than the color of his skin. My son was considered a threat, or assumed that he was doing wrong, based on the color of his skin.

My skin “vouched” for him. My skin “made him okay.” My skin had the power to push back against racial profiling and inequality. My skin.

In all my interactions with law enforcement, I have been able to reason with, and I have been listened to. My word and report have been considered and accepted. Even in instances related to my work in crisis situations, I have been able to use my power (skin color) to push back when I feel the officers were not handling the situation appropriately….and they have backed down.

For the first 40 years of my life, I had NO experiences even remotely resembling those of what our brothers and sisters with black and brown skin spoke about. I have had the benefit of being listened to, so I assumed that there must be something wrong with the way others speak to law enforcement was the problem. I too, had the instinct to react to those stories with disbelief, as I had no personal reference that I could draw to, to make that connection. I too, reacted in all those implicit biases, that it must be because they are breaking the law or doing something to deserve the officer treatment they received. I had my lens. And like many of us, I gauged my lens against the lens of others experiences, and assumed my lens was the correct lens.

Beg my pardon for what I am about to say next. It may come across as brazen and maybe even ruffle some feathers. When it comes to the issue of systemic racism and police brutality against those with black and brown skin…we as a white collective have no grounds to have an opinion that rejects its reality. 

Just because we have not experienced it, does not mean it is not a reality. And in fact, the fact we have not experienced it…gives further proof to the reality that it is a racial issue. Please my brothers and sisters...rip off those scales, and become a part of the solution.” ~ Noelle Palmer



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