BLM, Police, and Kids These Days

When I was 14 my friend Matt and I were supposed to be sleeping over at Eric’s house, but we all snuck out the window. We didn’t have anywhere to go, or even anyone to meet, but it was summer, we were bored, and we were going to manufacture some adventure in any way we could. In my pocket I had a brick of firecrackers my dad had brought back from Wyoming where they were legal. We headed off for the gully where it was rumored devil worshipers held strange ceremonies involving kidnapped children. Where else would adventure seeking suburbanites go? When we got there we did not find the pagans, but we did find a lone cop, sitting in his squad car with the windows rolled down.usguys1

Eric told me to wait in the bushes and he would be back in a minute. I dumbly complied. About two minutes later a string of firecrackers lit up the inside of the cop car. I could hear the officer shouting in shock even louder than the pop-pop-pop of the Black Cats. Eric came hurdling over the bushes and ran down the street not waiting to see if I was following. I was.IMG_0496

That was more than 20 years ago and I have told that story a million times to thousands of people. Eric is a responsible well employed adult now- no harm no foul. Funny thing is this story gets different reactions depending on who hears it. Most of my white friends laugh in wonder at the foibles of youth. Most black people with whom I tell are at best, annoyed. Some are quite upset.1923755_1165089124994_2895697_n

You see, most of my white friends, more than you might think, counter with their own stories. Thanks to them I have quite the collection of stories about idle vandalism and general teenaged delinquency; enough to re write American Graffiti ten times over. But this would be a very white movie. None of the black people I know have the same sorts of stories. No, that isn’t quite true. They do have those stories but the endings are very different. The black stories I hear trend towards much less actual destruction and much more police involvement. It is possible that the black people I know are just lames. Maybe they were blerds. I of course have not met all black people, nor do I represent all white folks, I am just a middle aged collection of anecdotes. But with that being said, we, my black friends and I, are all Americans but we did not grow up in the same world.

This reality was made even more clear to me, and more alarming, last night.IMG_2749

I attended a local public forum on race and policing. Up on the stage were a row of chiefs. There was the local police, the county sheriff, even the school district pd. The mayor, a black woman, sat there too, joined by another row of pastors and local clergy. Out in the auditorium the public lined up behind two microphones to ask their questions, make their comments, and the chiefs gave their answers. It was a mostly cordial event. I support having more of them. Yet there was a theme coming from that stage that troubles me.

More than one officer, and a couple pastors, even one black officer from the crowd, talked about how the youth are different today. They talked about how the youth of today don’t respect the police. One officer suggested kids are responding to things they see about cops in the media and two pastors said this is all a result of the lack of Bibles in school. There was a common thread that the police wanted to understand, more so to be understood, and that they are constantly frustrated by the public’s lack of cooperation.IMG_0503

The challenge of policing in a violent racialized society is definitely complex and difficult. I get that.

But I also get that American Graffiti was released in 1973. I also know that I knew all the words to that Officer Krumpke song from West Side Story when I was ten.  That movie was released in 1961. I know that all through my youth the cops were the ones who got mad at you for throwing water balloons or eggs, chased you when you hopped the neighbor’s fence, and cops were the ones who stopped your car when they got calls of possible gun shots coming from a black Tercel. The car was blue, not black, and the sound wasn’t gun shots, it was the noise made when a bat hits a mailbox.

We were never respectful, we were too annoyed that our spirits were being oppressed.IMG_2750

But maybe I haven’t spoken to enough young black kids today. Maybe they are the ones who have changed. Maybe it is the black people of my generation who would never have dared to throw a lit firecracker into a cop car or who got arrested for being out too late. Maybe the black kids today would hit the mailbox or would throw the egg.

Does this mean things have gotten worse?meandpetedisco

Maybe bad guys and cops have both been pulling triggers for generations and the only thing different now is cameras. Maybe the black folks who never threw eggs back then are more afraid of bullets and are now willing to throw bricks. I know that plenty of the guys I grew up with, the ones who did the same things as me, have grown up to be cops. These are great guys. I love them.choirhazing2

But did we forget? Where is the empathy? Why has the phrase “kids will be kids” been replaced by the word thug? Is it because these kids today, these thugs, are worse than we were? We, the Dazed and Confused kids were just messing around but these thugs are a real danger? Really?highschoolgroup

I struggle with this. I struggle because in 9th grade I watched my classmates smoke weed and shoplift. In 10th grade I watched a bunch of kids hop out of a car at a strip mall and beat up a stranger for no reason. I saw one kid beat another with a bat behind the movie theater over a girl. Jed got stabbed at school. My good friends did meth, dropped acid, sold coke. Stole a car, drove drunk, walked away. I saw all of that. But we are all older now and we have learned our lessons. We have matured now and we teach our children better. We were kids.highschoolgroup2

Really, the biggest difference I can see between us back then and the kids today, is that for the most part, we were all white.

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4 responses to “BLM, Police, and Kids These Days

  1. Now just to be clear, I am not saying “all you cops are racist”. I’m simply asking folks like myself to pause and do some reflecting.

  2. Uglyblackjohn

    I think it has something to do with the lack of familiarity between different groups and what is taught and expected within these groups.
    When we lived in the ‘hood we were taught to run from the police even though we had done nothing wrong. When we moved further up the hills to a better neighborhood we were taught to talk to and wave to the police even if we had done something wrong.

    I was telling my young cousins stories this past week about the things we used to do when we were kids. They couldn’t believe the things I’d gotten away with and said that I must have been ‘bad’. But my whole childhood I was seen as one of the ‘good kids’.
    I’ve talked back to officers, received warnings for incidents when I should have been in lots of trouble, been released when those I was with were taken away,… . Honestly – it’s hard for me to comments on a lot of the BLM issues as I have never experienced much of what they complain about.

    I know LOTS of cops – both here and back in California. I must be one of the ‘Safe Black People’ because I’m always asked my opinion by them when it comes to racial issues. I have friends who find themselves becoming more racist the longer they’re on the force – even many Black officers. The stereotypes are often reinforced by their experiences and then they’re perpetuated by experienced and jaded higher-ups.

  3. Lack of familiarity is huge, but I think there is more than that, as you sort of get to by talking about cops, even black ones, becoming more racist as they become more familiar.
    So much of racism isn’t just thinking bad things about another group, because you can always find examples to back up the negative things you think/see, but more in excusing away or turning a blind eye away from the bad things among your own group. Truth is that people are people. We are more the same than different. A lot of the imbalance in how groups get treated come from one group thinking they are superior, which is easy to do, if you ignore the bad among your own… or even within yourself. Mix in some poverty, some authority, and a constant barrage of media imagery… and you get our current situation.

  4. Just some free flow thought…written verbal processing.

    There is at least one “kids these days” difference. Kids these days go through safety drills at school for more than fires, and earthquakes. Now they go on practice lockdowns, or real lockdowns. There were no active shooter drills when we were kids. Teachers weren’t be taught by the cops that every stranger is not just a potential bad guy, but so bad that you need to lock the kids away, call the police, and maybe get ready to run or fight. Kids weren’t suspended for two weeks for accidentally keeping a toy gun in their backpack. We brought gins to school for show and tell.

    The school shootings are almost entirely by white males.
    Police forces are almost entirely militarized, with much more sophisticated weaponry.
    People are filming the police.
    People can communicate directly about events instead of relying on news media.
    Comedy news is more reliable factually than news media.

    Some things different, but I really don’t think “kids these days” is it. Kids do have access to different types of tools than we did, and so do police.

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