The oppressor ignored.

I was a few months into my 17th birthday and I was enjoying a Wednesday evening  with my mother and sister. I was finishing up my homework, while my little sister was sitting nearby watching television. My mother was in her bedroom trying to figure out a nice way to free herself from a phone conversation with one of her chatty co-workers. She was preparing to take a shower be she called. That should have been the highlight of our evening.  Uneventful but peaceful - boring. Our tranquility was unfortunately stolen from us with the sudden sound of gunfire and broken glass. This was a familiar sound on the east side neighborhoods of Detroit, but this time, the bullet entered our home, which was far from familiar to us even being surrounded by it. I grabbed my little sister and made her lay flat on the living room floor, shielded by our furniture, before running to my mothers room, who had just wrapped up her conversation with her co-worker. I made her lay on the floor as well, just in case the gunfire  had not ceased.  Fortunately, the shooter only shot once.

 We called the police who arrived in the usual untimely manner that Detroit police often responded to crimes committed in certain areas of the city. The officers (one Black and one White) located where the bullet entered. It entered  through a window and found its mark in the bathroom shower wall, right below the shower head where it left a hole the size of a softball. The hole was right where my mothers head would have been had her chatty co-worker not kept her on the phone. The officers, as they usually are in many cases, were aloof. They made their usual report before slowly driving away from the neighborhood into the summers evening. My neighbors, as usual, gawked at the scene but said nothing. The “no snitching” rule was in affect long before  African America's ghetto community  made it popular with t-shirts and rap lyrics. Weeks later, a friend confided in me that he had recently learned who the culprit was and why that person did it.

 My friend told me that the person (a neighborhood Thug) did the shooting. He didn't do it because I had done him harm or because I had harmed a loved one of his. I always steered clear of neighborhood beefs and neighborhood thugs in general. There was no love triangle either, because I avoided hood rats as well. . He did it for one impossible to believe or understand reason…he simply made up his mind one day that he just did not like me, and because of that, he felt the appropriate thing to do would be to fire a high powered weapon at my home, coming within minutes of leaving a softball sized hole in the head of my mother. My mother who didn’t even know him. I was angered. I wanted to retaliate the way he had attacked me.  Fortunately my family moved less than a month later.  The Thug, the one who tried to shoot my mother picked a fight with another Thug and ended up in an early grave for his troubles. Needless to say, I shed no tears for him.

 This is common in the so called “Black community” where the abominate bastard sons of bastard breeders exist. They allow no peaceful evenings - no tranquility. They don’t want any other black people to leave them behind either. They want to be surrounded  by their  victims or potential victims. They want other Black men around them for the sole purpose of dominating them because that’s what fuels their pathetic existence...other Black men they can attempt to dominate and murder. This has nothing to do with “White supremacy” or “the White man holding us back” as a race or even White cops. These are Black men who have embraced a “death culture” (often handed down to them by their own mothers and other relatives.  They have also obtained  all of the tools (firearms) to inflict their miserable culture onto the men who look the most like them. Progress for the Black race means nothing to them…it means nothing at all. They don’t believe in progress for Black people, especially not for other Black men and especially not for  themselves.

 As I search through social media, watch television and read blogs written by the so called “Black conscious” individuals, the word “White supremacy” is a common utterance, especially among reformed  thugs who have now become black "conscious. Ironically... even African American thugs who are currently terrorizing their own neighborhoods daily, preach that white racism is the true culprit . As far as they are concerned,  white supremacy is the only kind of oppression a Black person will ever experience in the United States. A boogie man the majority of them cannot even effectively define. They believe this boogie man (White supremacy) wants to keep us (Black Americans) poor, afraid and hopeless. They want us to believe that the boogie man wants to keep us in the ghetto -  that the boogie man wants to put us in prison, ignoring the fact that you likely have to be a criminal to be there in the first place. They believe the oppressor must wear a suit and spends his days in an office, while in fact, the real oppressors are people who are the closest to us, and instead of wearing three piece suits, they wear jeans that drape around their thighs and they hate the very sight of other Black people, especially other black men. This oppressor takes away our family members, our past, our present and our future. This oppressor takes our lives away from us or at least the quality of it. There is no bigger oppression you can bring to a man than to be responsible for his death. You can never rebuild once that’s taken away from you. Death is the end of everything. Unfortunately, this oppressor looks a lot more like me - a black man, than the white boogie man they suggest I fear the most.