I heard what the President said about his legacy at the Congressional Black Caucus dinner. I did. But I can’t give his speech to Black folks much head space because my mind is dealing with another state sanctioned murder of an unarmed Black man, 40-year-old Terence Crutcher, whose car broke down. With his back turned, a police officer shot him dead. The murder is captured on the dash-cam recorder. That’s what I’m dealing with. Out of respect, I’m keeping my thoughts about the President’s latest tiresome, preacher-like dictate to Black folks to myself.
Terence Crutcher’s sister said this about her twin brother: “The big bad dude was my twin brother. That big bad dude was a father,” she said. “That big bad dude was a son. That big bad dude was enrolled at Tulsa Community College, just wanting to make us proud. That big bad dude loved God. That big bad dude was at church singing with all of his flaws, every week. That big bad dude, that’s who he was.”
A couple of months ago I attended a conference, where a speaker explained the visceral reaction Black people have to each and every one of these police murders. He said…
“You may not be able to understand it, but Black people feel a personal connection to each person killed, even if they don’t know the person.” It’s how we are wired and even some of us don’t understand that’s what we’re feeling -the connection- when we see these killings.
Each and every one of these horrifying killings of Black people, by police officers, is reliving trauma. Of course there are some Black folks who feel no connection to their Tribe. But for many of us, the connection is real.
Terence Crutcher could be my family, extended family or friend.