Black Tape of the Mournful (from 2016)
by King Coe
The elevation of the degrading verbal and physical abuse that we receive on a daily basis is becoming too much, almost unbearable…individuals will only stand for so much whether it be singlehandedly or as a whole. The “tipping point” is approaching sooner than the rulership thinks. I wonder myself: will I be the sacrificial lamp for the oppressed people?
I’ve examined my life and it may be worth the pain, agony, and death. But it may not? Who knows? That’s the question I ask myself daily…is it worth dying for? The respect, pride, honor, what about suffering of my forefathers? Was it all in vain?
I know that I cannot continue to take this subjugation and not respond with brute force. I watch everyday as the correctional officers harass and abuse my fellow brothers, mostly black men, but there are some white and even latinos too. I avoid any interference as best I can, but I begin to feel like a slave who is afraid to look “massah” in his eyes, fore a whipping may occur…slavery was abolished over 120 years ago. Segregation, 50! Raised through the crack epidemic. I survived that. I fought for my survival daily in those mean streets, so why will I bow now? Take my life if you will, but my mothers, sisters, brothers, son, grands and greats will know that I did no kneel to these oppressors of derogatory, degrading, corrupt entities.
Fuck the “establishment”, because they will not be satisfied until they wear “the black tape” over their badges to mourn the death of their own.