Many
moons ago on an intersection in Brooklyn, I was pulled over by a
traffic cop. He was white. He was polite and we went through the drill —
license, registration, insurance. He then let me go.
But before he did, he asked a harmless question.
“Is this car yours”?
I
am a dark skinned person of Indian origin. I had been living long
enough in America and in Brooklyn to have known, seen and experienced
racism. As a documentary filmmaker I had worked on several films about
America’s deep and abhorrent history since slavery.
When I arrived in the US in 1992, the barbaric flogging of Rodney King had gone “viral” shattering my mirage of America.
On a campus in Ohio, I had my customary “go back to where you come from” moment.
So
when the policeman asked me if the car I was driving was in fact mine,
the first thing that popped in my mind was, would he have asked this
question to someone who looked different and maybe had a name he could
pronounce. If I looked darker and had an Afro would my treatment be
different? The answer was obvious then as it is now and has been so for
decades.
My moment of unease, pales in comparison to those my black friends and compatriots have narrated in casual conversations.
The
public lynching of George Floyd began in a similar fashion. A fake $20
bill prompted a visit from the police. What happened next has been
seared into everyone’s being, just as Rodney King’s lashing and the
countless others before and after have, since as long as I can remember.
The
murder of George Floyd was more than just about racism. It was about a
rot that has infected men in uniform, that has sullied their code to
serve, respect and protect those who pay their salary. The
militarization of America via the police has brought home a level of
violence, especially against a certain group of people, which has never
been acceptable, but has gone on unabated.
As Cornel West
passionately put it, this has gone on for far too long even when we had
“black faces in high places”. He frames America as a failed “social
experiment” within which many have not had a chance to prosper and live
decent lives. Where the inequities have become so stark, that as a
society we have reached a tipping point.
The killing of George Floyd was certainly not the first to be caught on camera and it is not going to be the last.
The wheels of change move much too slow, and they move only when pushed with overwhelming peaceful resistance.
And
so what got people of all shades to the streets across the nation, was
shock mixed with empathy, exacerbated by an uneasy confinement the
pandemic had imposed. People were glued to their social media feeds with
no jobs, dates or bars to go to. And so their conscience was placed
front and center, asking them, what are you going to do about this?
Disregarding all social distancing norms that were still in effect, they poured into the streets with purpose.
Having
a president who has been spewing divisiveness and egging on his
supremacist supporters added much needed fuel to the mostly young
energized protesters of every hue.
Ten
days into the protests with people across the nation chanting “black
lives matter”, “no justice no peace” and “ I can’t breathe” people all
over are having a moment of soul searching, on how to react to what they
are seeing.
Protests have erupted from New York to New Zealand, as police misconduct is not just an American phenomenon.
Any soul searching moment exposes complexities and the limits of one’s good conscience. There
are those who are religiously going down to rallies and literally
pounding the pavement, braving
tear gas, shoving, kicking and wearing the white
plastic cuffs.
There
are others who are feeling guilt and are posting gratuitous images of
themselves with their black friends/acquaintances on Facebook and are
sending token “feel your pain” messages of support, while draping
themselves in a kind of righteous indignation that feels misplaced.
Then
there are those who are falling prey to a “victim complex”. Going as
far as endorsing and supporting looting, making the argument that
“looting” is not just the prerogative of the 1% tax evaders, bankers,
politicians, and Wall Street speculators and that Target carries
insurance to rebuild so it will just be fine.
Watching
young men in hoodies loot and pillage high-end stores in Manhattan, it
was not clear if the intent was to send a message to the 1% or act on an
abhorrent kind of brand consumerism that has been insidiously promoted
via a hip-hop culture, that has made many filthy rich riding off the
backs of the poor.
Dr.
King and his foot soldiers who fought for justice, equality and an end
to racism, were very aware of this fact. They knew the dangers of
consumerism, the militarization of America, internal and external, and
most of all the dangers of victim hood. They came from a place of faith
and pride and demanded only that which was just and deserving of all
fellow human beings.
Dr. King also eloquently said, which sounds like it was said yesterday, “certain
conditions continue to exist in our society, which must be condemned as
vigorously as we condemn riots. But in the final analysis, a riot is
the language of the unheard. And what is it that America has failed to
hear? It has failed to hear that the plight of the Negro poor has
worsened over the last few years. It has failed to hear that the
promises of freedom and justice have not been met".
The
moment we are currently in, certainly feels significant. While I heard
people make speeches at George Floyd’s funeral, I could not tell if this
could be compared to what had happened after Emmett Till’s funeral.
Whether this will bring about seismic change in the mindset of people,
is something only time will tell when the dust settles.
Whether
there is momentum to push Washington and local governments to act to
reform those in uniform, will depend on what powerful people in good
conscience decide to do. And most importantly, will people come out in
large numbers to oust a regime that is antithetical to all decency and
justice, is uncertain.
This moment is more than justice for George Floyd.
This
is about addressing violence that has plagued America since its
founding. The violence that kills children in classrooms, black men,
women and children in streets, people in foreign lands, unarmed
immigrants seeking refuge and the brutality of incarceration and a failed
criminal justice system that is eating away at America’s soul.
What
will truly honor all those who have died in vain under a knee, in a
choke hold or a tree hanging, is when there is a shift in the culture of
the land. Lulled by consumerism, we have gotten too used to the “quiet”
for way too long, thinking it is “peace”.
There
is no place in the world that is devoid of racism and the violence of
tribalism. But the basic responsibility of a human being, in uniform or
otherwise, is to feel empathy — that is all.
Only
genuine empathy can eradicate and evaporate guilt. If you are feeling
guilt then turn it into action and bring about a change in your mindset.
The rest will follow.
It is what it is.
