Black lives lost, and the 鈥榣anguage of the unheard鈥�
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Ken Makin Contributor
Over the years, many have noted the effect of historical ignorance. Here鈥檚 one such comment, attributed to 18th-century British philosopher Edmund Burke: 鈥淭hose who don鈥檛 know history are doomed to repeat it.鈥澛�
That may be true, but knowing what happened in the past doesn鈥檛 protect us from repeating it.
I never thought I would see something so profoundly remind me of the 1992 Los Angeles riots as the incident a few weeks ago about an hour鈥檚 drive from my home.
Why We Wrote This
A story focused onThe killing of a Black middle schooler for no apparent reason reminds our contributor of too many similar losses. What could prove that Black lives matter?
Cyrus Carmack-Belton, a 14-year-old Black middle schooler, was chased and by a convenience store owner in Columbia, South Carolina, according to a police investigation resulting in a murder charge. While the store owner accused him of shoplifting, video footage indicates that he picked up a few bottles of water and then put them down.
The incident 鈥� and shoplifting allegations 鈥� immediately reminded me of Latasha Harlins, a 15-year-old Black girl who was in 1991 over a bottle of orange juice at a convenience store in South Central Los Angeles. Latasha鈥檚 death was one of the powder kegs, in addition to the 1992 acquittal of the police officers who beat Rodney King, that set off the LA riots. From South Central to South Carolina, history keeps repeating itself.
I looked at young Cyrus鈥� face, and albeit in different circumstances, I saw the smile of 12-year-old , whom police shot and killed. I thought about 16-year-old Ralph Yarl, shot by a stranger when he showed up at the man鈥檚 house by mistake, and 11-year-old Aderrien Murray, by police last month after he called 911 at his mother鈥檚 request.
These incidents are the rejection of basic calls for humanity and decency. It is the reason that Black Lives Matter remains relevant, in spite of criticisms of the and questions about whether the summer of discontent after George Floyd鈥檚 murder in 2020 was a moment or a movement.聽
Black Lives Matter prevails as more than a hot summer or a culmination of protest arising from George Zimmerman鈥檚 killing of Trayvon Martin in 2012. It is an idea as old as race itself, a necessary response to and rebuke of the suggestion that being Black is synonymous with second-class citizenship.
Almost three years prior to the date Cyrus was killed, I participated in a聽Black Lives Matter protest in Columbia. People marched through the downtown area and ended up in front of a police station, which officers in riot gear promptly surrounded. At first, only words caromed off police shields, and then, presumably a water bottle.
That water bottle lit a fire in the officers, which led to a rushed panic among police and protesters alike. When the proverbial smoke had cleared, and I watched the news that evening back at home, a tank trudging through the street represented the local government鈥檚 militaristic response.
That angst is a function of history repeating itself. Columbia isn鈥檛 just South Carolina鈥檚 capital. It was a major center of the Confederacy and of post-Civil War Reconstruction. Columbia was the site of the first 1860 Southern secession convention, and less than eight years later, hosted the . The political and periodically violent tug of war continues to this day, as Democrats plan to start the presidential聽primary cycle in South Carolina even as Republicans hold a legislative聽 in the state.聽
Perhaps the gains of Black Lives Matter aren鈥檛 as profound as those of the Civil Rights Movement. There is a simple explanation for that: Black Lives Matter has become 鈥�.鈥� That phrase is best known from Martin Luther King Jr.鈥檚 1967 鈥淭he Other America鈥� speech at Stanford University, where he described riots as the language of the unheard.
That failure to hear 鈥� or listen 鈥� persists. I only need to reference the Atlanta City Council鈥檚 multimillion-dollar approval of what some term Cop City, a proposed police training facility still in the works despite 14 to 15 hours of public comment in overwhelming . Protests against it have been an exercise in people versus policing, with notable incidents including the shooting death of an activist by police, and the of bail fund organizers from the Atlanta Solidarity Fund.
It is history repeating itself.
Black liberation, much less the very notion of integration, has been met time and time again with slave patrols, police, water hoses 鈥� anything oppression can muster. It has become such a part of Americana that folks from convenience store owners to the likes of George Zimmerman deem themselves judge, jury, and executioner. A country in the midst of a pandemic chose to move money from COVID-19 relief to policing at the of President Joe Biden, who considers himself an 聽of Black Americans.
As I watch Black lives and dreams continue to be deferred, I think of the warning from one of Harlem鈥檚 great Renaissance men, Langston Hughes:
Negroes,
Sweet and docile,
Meek, humble, and kind:
Beware the day
They change their mind!
Wind
In the cotton fields,
Gentle breeze:
Beware the hour
It uproots trees!
For King, though, a violent storm wasn鈥檛 the best route to progress. Not quite a year before he was assassinated, in the same speech at Stanford where he defined riots, he lamented 鈥渢he other America鈥� with its 鈥渂lasted hopes and shattered dreams.鈥� More importantly, he called for mass action to deal with the 鈥渢riple evils鈥� of racism, poverty, and war.
Action is the thing. Efforts to thwart activism are, by design, 鈥渨inters of delay,鈥� as King put it. He saw equality as the goal, with all hands on deck needed to achieve it.聽
If not, sadly, history will repeat itself.
