Some Mistakes Were Built to Last

This country-wide racism we are experiencing has gotten out of control. Maybe

you've heard the phrase “Crazy is defined as doing the same thing over and over

and expecting different results.” That's were we are with racism because it will never

go away; it will continue to ruin lives, families and relationships. This is true because

“Some mistakes were built to last.”

I can see no way to undo all the oppression and abuse of Black (African American) persons

starting before the birth of this nation. Generation after generation of White (Caucasian) persons

were taught that Blacks were the worst possible example of a creature along with our

Jewish friends.

Here is what I would really like my White countrymen to understand;

it is now in our (African American's) DNA to react a certain way when we encounter

a White person we don't know. This reaction will not always be visible, but it's akin to a

chemical reaction in the brain especially when the White person is a Police Officer.

Imagine not knowing what to expect from a person who's job is to “protect and serve”.

Then imagine a relative, loved one or yourself; being beaten, shot and or killed by this person.

How would you react? The question is not rhetorical.

Dig this; a neighbor of mine who is wheelchair bound and Caucasian; started a conversation

with me outside our building. I had seen her in the building but I did not “know” her. I

was naturally cautious for the reason I explained earlier. The conversation ended

without incident. A week later at Publix ( the most racist supermarket I have ever had

the displeasure of shopping in). I saw my neighbor lady across the store about 40 feet

from me. We saw each other at the same time and before I could wave or anything,

she sped away from me in her chair at about 50mph. I didn't know electric wheelchairs

could go so fast. It was because she did not want any upstanding, white people to see

me with her. Furthermore, at this particular Publix which is just 2 blocks from our building

the employees must recognize me; but I am followed around the store every time; to be

sure I don't shoplift just to make it plain.

My point and the moral to this story is that I'm surprised there are not riots everyday in

every city where Black people are treated like Michael Brown or Treyvon Martin. At this

point in my op ed piece I'm sick to my stomach. It does not feel good to dislike a person

or people simply because they are White or “different”; but this happens to me and mine

everyday!!!!

I'm at the point where unless there is a real ground shaking true dialogue about racism

in this country; no one should exhibit any surprise about anything that is a result of this

ignorance we call racism or prejudice.