Own Your Violence: Say No More

February 21, 2019

This spoken word piece speaks from the perspective of a police officer coming to grips with the violence and brutality he has committed against an unarmed black man. It's an impassioned plea to stop pretending that implicit bias isn't a part of us all.

 

 

 

Own Your Violence: Say No More

 

There’s a kid on the ground.  I think I put him there.

Boy shouldn’t have reached so suddenly for his underwear.

I swear it was self-defense, though I know he was unarmed.

Something in the way he moved just had me alarmed.

 

The media screams racism.  I was just doing my job

Pin a camera on my chest, it’ll capture the rest

The bigot pigs you always wanted to see

Will show up on 13 news stations in their Sunday best

 

I swear I never deserved this shitstorm

Though he didn’t deserve the lead in his head

And while I got a few week’s suspension

The kid on the ground got dead.

 

Our readers want a name to blame

The black community says there’s hell to pay

I want to know if I got racist blood in my veins

Like all the experts say

 

Would I have done what I did

If that was a white family’s little kid?

Could I have gotten so on edge

If I’d just had a different beat instead?

 

Did society stealthily indoctrinate, and teach me to hate

Teach me to fear and revere then see wisdom just a little too late?

How much is my fault, how much is ours?

And how much is left to delegate?

 

I’ve had so many sleepless nights

Trying to think just how to set right

The violence in the streets, the violence in me

Is there something in me that will protect you better if your skin is white?

 

I don’t know.

And that’s a scary thought

Seems like an important “i”

We’d best to dot

 

Are we so afraid to ask

We’d rather explain away the body count?

Protect the restful sleep of the men in blue and the white collars protecting what they do

Who cares if the world think twices before they drive a car in front of you?

 

At least they’re safe.

But are they?

Kid at the end of my gun

Didn’t seem that way.

 

I never saw my priveledge

And I still can’t see it here

But I’m pretty sure,

That kid’s family sees it pretty damn clear

 

They understand the hurt

They understand the fear,

They understand that some rights they got,

And some are limited to those on a higher tier

 

But that’s how that P word works

You can’t smell that stink if you grew up in it

Can’t see how you got it better

Unless you’re on the side that’s shorted up in it.

 

And maybe there is something wrong with me

And maybe there is something wrong with you

But it was my finger on the trigger

And I know what I gotta do

 

I gotta face that boy’s family and say

That I don’t really know what happened there that day

And though nobody else can explain it away,

I want to find out together how we save others from the same fate.

 

It ain’t about white kids, and black kids

And the racists, and the trigger finger twitch

It’s about something happening that’s not supposed to happen

And us thinking for a second just why we think it did

 

Us thinking, just for a moment:

What this thing prejudice is.

What this thing priveledge is.

What’s this thing inside me that makes my blood race

When I see a shifty lookin’ black kid.

 

Been living in this glass house far too long

Thinkin’ a pile of rocks out there – hey what could go wrong?

I ain’t perfect, and I don’t aim to be

But I’m thinking I’d rather be a better me before I’m dead and gone

 

I’m tired of asking for pitty,

From a community that’s scared of me.

I’m tired of being wired

To deny any chance of police brutality

 

Things happen.  I wish they didn’t

But I’m tired of closing my eyes to the human condition.

We fear and we hate what we do not know

This implicit bias, though, has been for too long – hidden.

 

Not anymore.

 

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