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This report is why I always feel unsafe in America. Slavery was a long time ago but somehow I’m still not safe with this pigment. The narrative is a black boy inside a store using a soda machine gets stabbed in the neck because he was listening to rap music. The first thing the media does is pull the mental health card. If I stabbed him in the neck I would get life inside of a cell. No mental health card. I would just be another thug. Why is that?
There are a number of crimes like this with a white man or child doing the murders and it’s all because of mental health right? If this situation was turned upside down do you think the boy would get the mental health card? I don’t think so.
I was born black. I’m guilty every time I leave the house. Cops are like trained assassins waiting to empty their clips. Or they’ll lock up innocent kids for a large amount of years for something they didn’t do. No evidence that points to half the people in the jail but somehow they’re still imprisoned.
I have watched cops walk up to people dressed homeless. Just to try and catch a maybe drug dealer or worse. All they see is a group of black men and think maybe their doing something illegal. Maybe their right but aren’t they supposed to catch them in the act not set them up to commit an act.
I can’t name the last time they found a missing black child alive. Because we don’t matter in this country. Just like the immigrants. They’re literally getting raided right now. Separated from their families. Put in horrible living situations. Sounds like something my history teachers kept away from me in school.
Know the law they say. How? We’re not even taught about the laws in school. At least I didn’t or know anyone who did. Countless videos of people following directions and still shot repeatedly. But the killers all say the same, “ I was scared for my life.”
Oh well another election is coming. Let’s shift our eyes on to that. Maybe they’ll stick up for the unprivileged. A black president couldn’t help. So a woman may do the trick right? Not doubting her just want to know if a woman wins in the near future. Will it change anything? Will my death mean less because my shooter wore a badge? Will it mean less if he was white? Or will black on black be the only time it’s a problem.
This is simply a rant. Not really trying to promote the next post. Just getting something off my chest. I know that case in the beginning is fairly new. I would be surprised if the narrative is different this time. But what about all the others. Seems like when the colors change they justify it with mental health or guns. It’s millions of people with guns. With that narrative everyone should be dead. Oh right guns don’t kill with out a finger on the trigger.
How come a badge makes you superior? Like if you got a badge your God. You can take many lives away. Whenever you want. And I’m told to deal with it. I have to find ways to keep my life. I’m automatically looked at as a criminal just because of how I look. How do you think I feel when I see these monsters driving behind me? When I see these monsters in front of me. I’m scared for my life. I’m scared I won’t make it home. The worst part of it all is people actually believe them when they say they were scared. Scared enough to pull out a gun and shoot someone 12 times. Sad world when the murderer get more sympathy than the victim.
This piece was also featured on my 4th mixtape, Words of Fury
My name is Derek Johnson
But to this cop my name is nonsense
I think about this constant
I can tell by his facial expression all he seen was ignorance
My parents always told me when dealing with a officer to always put on my best performance
I guess my performance wasn’t good enough
This cop was rough
He was tough
As tough as can be when no ones fighting back
I can tell he felt like a big man
Their profession is a certified bully
But I’m the bad guy cause I sag my pants and I wear a Scully
They the ones shooting more than curry
More and more people buried
Life gone in a flurry
They got the government behind them doing us dirty
Now let me tell my story
I was on my way back home cause I left my phone
While on the way home I got pulled over
I tried to keep my composure
So this could be a quick pullover
Didn’t ask for ID told me to step out the car, he changed the game like an AI crossover
He said do you know how fast you was going
I responded to keep the conversation flowing
I said I was doing 30 in a 35 zone
He said do you realize that you was operating a vehicle while using a phone
I said it’s funny that you mention my phone
Cause I left my phone at home
I could tell that last sentence had him blown
Grabbed me and threw me against the car, felt like a little kid the way I was thrown
Turned me around and started searching me
He started yelling In my ear
You think you so bad
I’m going to show you bad
I had so much fear
Had his hands all in my money like a cashier
Turned me around, I could see it in his eyes that he didn’t care
Pulled out his gun
I was stunned
He smiled like he was having fun
I started to beg for mercy
Please no, have mercy
He looked at me like I was unworthy
A quick traffic stop got so curvy
He said see you in hell
Lined up the gun real well
Said freeze then gave me my farewell