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Saturday, November 13, 2010

Domestic Violence: Another Context

I was at a Clean Rite laundromat one Sunday afternoon standing in front of the dryer, waiting for the last few seconds to tick away on the digital timer so that I could take my clothes out. Suddenly, out of nowhere I heard someone yell “Motherfucker, what did I tell you? Didn’t I tell you to sit down and keep quiet?” I turned around and saw a woman who was small in stature slowly inching towards a corner of the room, and then with no warning, POW! She hit her son dead in his face, snuffed him and told him to have a seat.

The boy was half her size and looked to be no more than 8-years-old. As he stepped out of the corner his mom had backed him into, his fists were tightly clenched and he looked broken and humiliated. Another woman told the boy’s mom that she shouldn’t have hit her son like that. The woman who spoke up was kindly told to mind her own “fuckin’ business” by the would-be Golden Glove contender. Somehow, I suspected that it wasn’t the first time that this little boy felt his mom’s awesome right hook. Who knows what goes on at home.

Domestic violence presents itself in many forms and they all serve to undermine the social, political and economic progress of our community. Whenever you violate the people you live with by physically attacking them, or dishonoring their spiritual integrity, you are truly guilty of domestic violence.

To better understand the violence that some parents inflict on their children as illustrated above, we must first understand the nature of the slave plantations of the Americas and the Caribbean. They were run under a system perfected to a science by dead white slave masters who remain, to this day, the social engineers of the Black community. The aim of these dead Crackers (This is not a racist comment on my part. “Crakcer” was a colloquial reference to the white men who “cracked” the whip on the slave plantations. Me calling a white slave master a “cracker” is no different from you calling a black cab driver a “cabbie”) was to shut down our thought process by instilling a fear of, and undeserved respect for, authority in us. The slave master’s ghost haunts us to this day and it rears it awful head in the subtlest aspects of parenting:

“Bobby don’t do that!”
“Why mom?”
“Because I said so”
“Okay mom”
As you can imagine, Bobby isn’t being given an opportunity to sharpen his reasoning skills through a loving mother’s careful explanation of WHY what he is doing is wrong. So when his teacher tells him that Hulk Hogan discovered America or that Blacks were happy slaves until Ronald Reagan signed the Emancipation Proclamation, young Bobby believes it with no questions asked. You might laugh or just shake your head at these extreme examples of scholastic ineptitude I’ve just given, but to those of you who are parents, consider the lies being passed off as truth to your children today in these schools. What lies will your children’s great grandchildren be taught if we’re not careful? It’s a sobering thought.

Nevertheless if we want to get to the root of the matter we have to understand that we’ve been living our everyday lives within a worldwide cultural paradigm that is totally based on violence and abuse. I will explore this topic further in my very next blog post entitled “Devil’s Food Cake: The Cake That Hate Produced.”