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Ferguson: Suspects?

What is Governor Nixon preparing America for while the world awaits the results of whether or not to indict Officer Darren Wilson? In his decision to activate the National Guard, what exactly is he expecting to happen? Certainly, if he stepped into the shoes, and attempted just one tiny step, of living “Black” in America, he would rethink his elaborate preparations of trying to contain a situation that is already, and has been, out of control for quite some time leading up to this very unfortunate time in our history. Michael Brown’s murder has burst open the box, erased the margins, and peeled off the labels of the presumption of “what a Black person” is supposed to be in Ferguson. Yet, instead of leading with love, an open heart, and a listening ear, Governor Nixon chooses to strategize with a plan of fear. Why would tanks, an exuberant amount of ammunition, and military trained personnel be the answer to the Ferguson police department’s insensitivity, racist, and imperialistic behavior that they blatantly carry towards their Black citizens?

Maybe it’s because they are viewed as “suspects”, instead of citizens of the United States of America.

I’ll close with a poem that I wrote after Trayvon Martin’s murder. Shamefully, the cycle continues.

“The American Suspect”

They will hunt you

Taunt you

Rush you

Ambush you

Abuse you

Accuse you

Incite you

Fight you

Murder you

Watch your mama bury you

And according to their laws

With convenient clauses

Self-defense they will claim

And for your own death you will be blamed

They couldn’t see you as a positive man-child

But only as a suspected animal roaming in the wild

Upon sight you were judged, labeled and belittled

Accused of brandishing weapons of Arizona Iced Tea and Skittles

But it was only because you shielded yourself from the rain

Like anyone would with a hoodie and a brain

That we watched your mama bury you

Because they murdered you

Only in America

Suspect

Peace and Many Blessings,

La Royce

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