I don’t care about the Zimmerman verdict


            I don’t care about the Zimmerman verdict. Don’t get me wrong. I care about Trayvon’s family and the tragic loss they have endured. I care about the way in which some in our society dragged the name and life of a teenager whose life had yet to begin through the mud. I care about the way we in America are such cowards on having a genuine conversation about race but quick to tear each other down when any incident with racial overtones occurs in America. I care about how we use social media to only have conversations with those who agree with us and boost our egos. Other than that, I don’t care about the Zimmerman verdict. What I care about is the fact that too often in Black America, we demonstrate that we don’t care for our own lives and then get upset when others do the same.

            Throughout this trial, I’ve found myself frustrated that we are not as vigilant at ending black on black violence as we are when we are attacked by other races. Don’t get me wrong. I know there many organizations, religious institutions, and community centers that work tirelessly to end violence in our community. I am a member of several of them. The problem is that we don’t come out en masse to demand change and show that we love and value one another. Do we? Not since the Million Man March have I seen national public declarations of black love. I find myself wondering how many black people killed each other today in Chicago and their stories will not even make the news? It is safe to say that America thinks we hate each other too. Do we?

            When I wake up tomorrow and turn on the TV or the radio, I am going to see and hear the same misogynistic music and images perpetrated by black people. People can talk about the record labels all they want, but WE write the lyrics. WE star in the videos. WE celebrate murder, buffoonery, rape, child abuse, lewd sex, drug abuse, and more. Furthermore, we never hold members of our own community accountable for their words or actions. In reality, we’re quick to give out ghetto passes for anyone who demonstrates a certain level of ignorance or hood attributes like calling Bill Clinton the first black President because he grew up poor and had a single mother.

            So in the same way I didn’t celebrate when OJ Simpson was acquitted (the first time), I’m not going to lose any sleep over George Zimmerman. Whether he was acquitted or not, I know that I could still be the next Trayvon, Danroy, or Amadou tomorrow. I know that should I be so unlucky, some in this country will tear into my past and find some way to argue that I deserved to die for driving my own car, walking in my own neighborhood, or reaching for my wallet. As far as I can see, there will be more Zimmerman trials. I am just going to continue to do my best to help build on creating a bigger black culture of self-respect so that the next time this happens, others will see more of our humanity and develop some real empathy. I believe wholeheartedly that if we show the world how much we value our own lives as Black Americans, others will think twice about shooting us down like animals. Time to get back to work.