Given what happened in Chicago over the weekend, a continuation of rampant violence that barely makes the news anymore, I wanted to repost this piece I wrote a few months ago. Unfortunately, it’s still relevant.ย
The Middle East โ Sunnis and Shiites murdering each other. For territory, for power, over ideology. Death tolls rise along with the level of hopelessness. Every day, violence is a fact of life to which the citizens of places like Baghdad and Aleppo have become desensitized. There is no place too sacred for bloodshed. No mosque, no school, no hospital. In addition to sectarian violence, children have grown up watching their cities and villages bombed by foreign drones, their families and neighbors killed or taken away by foreign soldiers. Flames of hate are fanned by radical clerics. An insidious โus vs. themโ mentality seeps into the soul of the people.
The fear and distrust flow both ways, feeding off each other. Too many soldiers have watched their comrades fall to IEDs and sniper fire. Too many service members have witnessed the carnage of suicide bombings.
America โ Drug pushers and gang members murdering each other. For territory, for power, for street cred. Death tolls rise along with the level of hopelessness. Every day, violence is a fact of life to which the citizens of places like Chicago and Oakland have become desensitized. There is no place too sacred for drive-by shootings. No church, no park, no school bus stop. In addition to gang violence and inner city drug wars, children have grown up having their doors kicked in by narcotics officers, seeing their neighbors slammed on car hoods, electrocuted by tasers, sometimes murdered by police, their fathers and brothers taken away in cop cars, often never to return. Flames of hate are fanned by ratings-driven news channels, through bullhorns of activists, and the microphones of rap stars.
The fear and distrust flow both ways, feeding off each other. Too many cops have seen their comrades murdered in the line of duty, in shootouts and chases, and more recently in cold blood, executed over their uniforms.
There is no simple fix to this complex and generational problem. A congressional hearing wonโt solve it. Nor will any new law. The American way of throwing truckloads of tax dollars at the situation wonโt make it go away either. But there is a solution: Love.
Donโt roll your eyes. Naรฏve and idyllic as it sounds, if every pastor, teacher, mentor, and concerned citizen formed a government-backed coalition, a movement to ensure that every inner city kid in America is loved, nurtured, and taught respect for human life, 20 years from now, we would see a major downscale in violence, hate, and intolerance.
This is no hippy-liberal, peace-and-love idea. It takes balls to go into high-crime areas and mentor children. Volunteers could be robbed, shot, raped, murdered. But we have missionaries and aid workers traveling to the Middle East every day. Kayla Mueller, a young American Doctors Without Borders worker in Syria who was kidnapped and eventually killed by ISIS, said: โFor as long as I live, I will not allow this suffering to be normalโฆโ Her same heroic philosophy needs to be aimed at Americaโs inner cities.
โGreat idea, Malcolm. So why donโt you do it?โ
Because Iโm in prison. But from this side of the razor wire, things are crystal clear. My dormitory is full of 19-year-old kids with life sentences. Unraised, uneducated, unloved. Many of them left children behind who will grow up the same way. These are young men who laugh at domestic terror attacks and applaud when police are gunned down. As cold-blooded and evil as this sounds, itโs a problem that will continue to grow exponentially if not confronted at its roots. Not with force and intolerance, but with love and compassion.
In my latest novel, On the Shoulders of Giants, a story that deals largely with race, there are three sections titled โThe Other America.โ But the truth is, there is no โother America.โ Thereโs only one America. No them, only us. Itโs time to start investing in ALL of our children.
After reading all of your book synopsis I understand a little more. I do like your writing style. I will get your books. I will advertise them on my sites. There are other writers in prison. If you aren’t aware of him yet go to Stone City Blog. He has at least one book out and more than one blog. He gives space to other writers. His name is Steven Jennings. He married a couple years ago. His wife is Suzie. She helps him get his stuff out. He still has about 20 years to go. He started with 40+. But I don’t know if you personally can go to sites on the web. Probably not.
I do believe, when a person takes the time to understand why they are the person they are it can be turned into a better life than if they had not been incarcerated. Prison will either destroy you or allow you the space to remake you. I had a “good” happy childhood, but chaos after 18 and lived a life that could have easily ended me. My saving grace? I had 2 children and knew I had to take care of them and I was good at making people believe I wasn’t an addict..It caused hep c, cancer, liver transplant, severe osteoporosis with fragile bones. Hug me and I break, which is why my left arm has more metal in it than bone. I say this to show that I understand obstacles. I know about mountains to climb. Even now my determination is to finally wean off methadone. I’ve been on pain meds for 23 years due to pain issues. Is it true? I don’t know. I’ve never been without. I don’t know how I really feel. I understand the pull of drugs. Why me? I just knew. I was strung out by 18. I’m 62 now. What makes us be who we are? Is it destiny? I know the answer to that now after 30 years of study about human nature, but now is not the time to go into it. But there is a reason why we are the way we are. If we don’t learn what that is we will keep repeating it until we do. There is a law and rythmn to the universe. Things don’t happen by chance. If you think it does – or that a power “up there” is planning your life like a puppet – you’ll never learn and you’ll never change anything. You’ll end up blaming the world for your misfortune. You are beyond that, though, I see.
I could wish you luck with your life – but luck has nothing to do with it.
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Great post. Hopefully the message reaches many more people.
Peace.
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Thank you. And thanks for taking the time to read the post.
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No problem. I’ve lived in the Bronx and the desperation is palpable. You feel it every day walking down the street. We need to get more people to understand that there’s only one race – the human race. The 2016 election exposed the ugly, despicable underbelly of racism in this country. As bad as things have deteriorated so quickly, hopefully people will now see this reality and decide enough is enough.
Peace.
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