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Tuesday, 26 May 2020

Thought Picnic: Black Lives Should Matter Always


Are we that quick to be noticed?
Sitting at home and catching up with the news has caused me no end in distress as a black man in the UK and observing the world at large.
In these Coronavirus pandemic times, first, I read of the indication that Black, Asian and ethnic minority [BAME] people are 54% more likely to be fined for the contravention of Coronavirus laws than whites, considering we hardly make up to 15% of England and Wales population. [Guardian: BAME People Fined] [GOV.UK: Ethnic Population Distribution]
Law enforcement would contend that the distribution of fines is proportional, I would beg to differ. One can only wonder what proportionality means to them in the face of the numbers, yet, one must endeavour to keep an open mind. Whether it is over-enthusiasm or an unfortunate predilection to attract to and intimidate the BAME by the police, something does have to shift, because it does not augur well for community relations.
This is not to forget that BAME are also disproportionately affected by the Coronavirus with poorer outcomes that the government has instituted an enquiry to determine why. It is as if there is no respite in going about our business or being afflicted. The little triumphs in the overturning of some of the convictions and fines are almost worthy of celebration when they should never have happened, in the first place.
Flushing out no guns
I have once had an encounter, where on visiting a public toilet there was a SWAT raid, apparently, the coincidental presence of 4 black men in a large facility that could have 10 standing at the urinals and 4 water closet cubicles. Someone had called the police to report that one of us was in possession of a gun.
The ordeal in the early 1990s was as unsettling as it could be, we were bundled out, searched, questioned and had our details taken down. They found nothing and offered no apology. Despite their elaborate and extraordinary intervention is what amounted to a ruse, I could not obtain a record from the police at that place or after two visits to the police station as to how I was roughed up.
They basically got away ultra vires exercising untrammelled authority without accountability or consequence, we, being left hard done by. I have probably only had one encounter with the police out of maybe 5 in the UK and the Netherlands, where it has been courteous and satisfactory. Thankfully, the only thing harmed has been my pride and a knock on my self-esteem.
Being Black in America
Crossing the pond, when I first saw a video of a woman choking her dog by the collar, it was without the sound on. It was bad enough. My Twitter timeline was lit up with outrage and indignation about being ‘Black in America’. When I then returned to watch the video with the sound on, it was a woman who had been called out to put her dog on a leash as she was required to do taking umbrage to being spoken to by a black man. [BBC News: White woman called police on black man in dog row]
She then called the police on the African American feigning being violently attacked, the good fortune of it all was it being caught on video along with the police not attending the event at the time might just have let the man live another day, safe in America. What kind of providence allowed for both their surnames to be Cooper? Quite uncanny.
Black Lives Must Matter Always
As if this was not bad enough, a black man was apprehended under the influence and found sitting on the bonnet of his car. To a man inebriated, one would expect some consideration as to their incapacity and irrationality. When he was asked to step away from his car, he resisted. He was overpowered and handcuffed only for one of the policemen to kneel on his neck whilst he was in medical distress and he died. [BBC News: FBI to investigate death of black man in Minnesota after arrest]
It is like being Black in America puts you high in the list of threatened and endangered species, from those who cannot countenance the presence of black in any space to the point to a sighting of a black person is tantamount to violation of every law of humanity, a threat to existence and the need to exterminate their person. Touching on the topic of police brutality and use of excessive force leading to the violent deaths of black people, that is a plaque on America for which a remedy is yet to be found.
Things ought not to be this way, it is why movements as Black Lives Matter exist because there is a discussion we all must have about our common and diverse humanity regardless of race, the need for consideration, courtesy, respect, humility, fairness, and justice is paramount.

Tuesday, 18 April 2006

In danger of becoming endangered species

Take my rage and give me peace
I have no rage, no, indeed I have no anger, if I had to curse; it would be the sound of clearing my throat to call to attention ears to my words.
I patently cannot stand people who have scant regard for road usage especially within traffic, this is even worse if this is also displayed on the cycle paths, many which traverse Amsterdam.
These cycle lanes are clearly marked especially those that allow two-way traffic, so it was with utter bewilderment bordering on panic that a man in oncoming traffic on a scooter came round the bend and much as I tried to avoid him, seeing that he was on my side of the cycle path ran straight into me.
It is by circumstance of good fortune that though he fell off his scooter, I came to no harm, but my front wheel was bent out of shape.
A drunk with a weapon
It was obvious for all to see that not only had he approached the snake bend at speed, he had not reflexive control of the scooter.
Evidently, the man was inebriated that when I mentioned police he was off at speed again, I only hope no one else got the brunt of this reckless behaviour.
I for one could not find an expletive to blurt out since they never feature in my expression. However, I noticed I had no concern for the fact that he having fallen might have come to harm.
Therein is the hardening of the libertarian, we speak up for people’s rights, but lose out when people exercise their rights without due consideration of the fact that they do not exist in a vacuum.
I had no presence of mind to take the registration number of the scooter, but then with the experiences I have had of the police, my subconscious could have intimated my intuition about ignoring the essential.
How a drunken man can be in control of a vehicle that could do 50 kilometres an hour and then get away from an accident he caused, with impunity, irks me no end.
Technically, I became a victim of a hit-and-run, I have no time for vengeance, I have time to get on with my life.
Ease my pain
Two nice ladies came to my aid, to soothe me, to calm me, to sympathise with me and encourage me, having witnessed the episode – like I did just about 16 months ago [1] – I was thankful, I walked away from this – the bicycle, I can repair, as long as I have spirit and body in wholeness and wellness to do so [2].
It is just annoying that I have to pay for damage caused by a run-away drunken twerp. That grates, I’ll get over it.
I put my bike in the bike-shed, got advice about how to get it repaired and then walked 6 kilometres back home – that was my healing, the cure that allowed me get home and not have trembling fingers, breaking out in sweat and hyper-ventilating because of another chance encounter with a cretin.
Far be it from me that I begin to develop the feeling of being an endangered species in the Netherlands. As I get home, scooters whizz past with that horrible whining sound just after 4am. Sometimes!
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