Revulsion Revolt

Bed-Stuy Brooklyn

Macon Street, Brooklyn 2020

When I returned to Brooklyn, the sun was bright, my apartment cleaned but utterly re-arranged. It was jarring, disturbing, it felt like a violation.  The kind person who stayed in my space for a couple of months had tried to make the space her own and that makes sense but she failed to put things back.  And all of this was while dealing with the extreme lock down in New York City.

The virus took a huge toll on the city and esp. Central Brooklyn.  At least two people in the neighborhood that I know (knew) were taken by the virus. Others buried many more.  All that grief, sadness during lockdown with few ways to physically connect have left people prepared to greet this extraordinary spring after a winter when the president and his advisors sent conflicting and often useless messages, but the main one was WE WILL NOT TAKE CARE OF YOU.  This to the now 100,000 plus citizens who have buried their loved ones.  People were prepared to walk into the sunlight,greet the spring. Little did we know what this spring would bring.

Six years ago, Eric Garner was killed by the police who were using an illegal choke hold in broad daylight.  A week or so ago, George Floyd was killed by the police who were using an unsanctioned choke hold.  Both men said as they were dying “I can’t breathe”.  That is an awful symmetry.

Helicopters are in the air over my neighborhood on this hot June Day. At 2 p.m. the Memorial for George Floyd will take place. Floyd’s murder on top of the murders of Ahmaud Arbery and Breonna Taylor are what can only be seen as the last straw.  Thousands upon thousands of American citizens are taken to the streets from tiny towns to Minneapolis where Floyd’s last breath was taken.  Thousands upon thousands of citizens are expressing intense REVULSION towards the president and his henchmen; towards the widespread militarization of policing from small towns to major urban centers; thousands upon thousands of Americans of all shapes, sizes, abilities, sexualities,  gender identities, ethnicities, and races have expressed solidarity with Black Americans who have daily met with contempt and bias from police and who have born the deadly brunt of COVID-19.  This righteous revolt show that Americans are ready to change the narrative.

What is next is going to ask of us extraordinary work.  America has 400 years of creating systems of policing and oppressing people of African descent.  From enslavement; the Black Codes;  Jim Crow; discrimination and violence (night riders, lynching, etc,) Black Americans have fought to break down and demolish institutionalized racism, but we can’t do it alone.  Institutionalized racism serves White people and their allies with social, economic and cultural privilege(s).  The refutation of those privileges so that a more just , generous and caring society may truly develop is going to be hard for many to deal with.  It will take generations.  But it has started.

My dear friend, Soraya Shalforoosh,  a terrific poet from posted a poem by her son Dylan who is 11.  Dylan is Persian, Algerian, and Polish-American is still in elementary school and he is part of a generation who is anti-racist.   The children truly are beginning to perform that new world I and so many others have fought for and still seek.   Revulsion towards those who oppress, withhold justice and murder is so deeply felt.   This revolt may lead a place of societal transformation., at least we can continue to push push push for that change.  As Charlie Parker played when I was a child:    NOW IS THE TIME.

George Floyd 

When I first saw the video on tktok

I was scared but

I watched it again

I knew the video was real

But I felt so sad and also at the same time

I wanted to punch that cop

I sat with that feeling

Why is he racist?

Why did it happen?

Did George do something wrong?

Or no?

I skipped videos and saw people being peppersprayed

“ I can’t breathe”

That night i figured out how to change my profile to the Black Lives Matter fist

I was also thinking to myself if I was black, I could be next.

That made me worried for other people, especially my friends. who are black

I was worried for my cousin who is black .

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