Black America’s Everyday Reality: Ferguson and the World that Terrorizes Us
http://www.alternet.org/civil-liberties/black-americas-everyday-reality-ferguson-and-world-terrorizes-us
Armed St. Louis County Police Officers stand among citizens during a protest of the shooting death of 18-year-old Michael Brown by a Ferguson police officer on August 11, 2014
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I told a co-worker I wanted to hide from the Internet last night because the weight of Michael Browns killing had become unbearable. Im logging off the Internet for a few days. I cant anymore, I told her (in an online chat conversation, ironically enough). She consoled me: Im sending you the biggest digital hug, she said. For that I am grateful.
My spirits have been dwindling since last Saturday when Brown, a quiet, 18-year-old black kid who had recently graduated high school and was scheduled to begin college this week was executed by a police officer. Witnesses say Brown had his hands in the air and was pleading for his life to be spared when the cop, whom officials refuse to identify, finished him off with more than a few shots including, allegedly, at least one bullet to the face. Since then, Ive watched countless clips from protests held around the Ferguson community by outraged residents demanding answers. Ive listened to Browns mother attempt to put her loss into words. Ive seen the Vine clips and followed moment-by-moment tweets, status updates, blog posts and Instagram photos, ad nauseam. Ive also read stories of unarmed black men being gunned down by cops the first was killed at a local Wal-Mart in Ohio for picking up toys; the second in Los Angeles for lying down and complying with an officers order during an investigative stop. The annihilation of black and brown bodies can be taxing. So I decided powering down my devices to preserve my sanity seemed worthwhile.
As it turns out, I couldnt stay off the grid long. I reneged; I reconnected, only to find a friend of mine a reporter under siege. He had been sent to St. Louis to cover the aftermath of Browns killing, including the demonstrations, and police were forcefully telling him he couldnt do his job. Cops lobbed tear gas canisters his way and shot rubber bullets. Essentially, his life was in jeopardy. When he managed to call in to give a live account of what was happening, the tremble in his voice offered me little comfort. On the call, his speech patterns were noticeably different he stuttered and coughed, choking as if a fire was lit in his lungs. Honestly in these circumstances, Im not sure what a safe location would be, he managed to spit out. Ive been unable to answer that same question for quite some time now.