Collateral Damages - Living in Fear in Chicago
September 26, 2011 0 Comments
There is a war currently
being waged in a predominately black and poverty stricken
neighborhood in Chicago, Illinois named West Washington Park. The
battle grounds are located between 56th and
65th street from Cottage Grove to Martin Luther King
Drive. This war has not garnered much media attention except for
the obligatory short paragraph in the Chicago Sun-Times and other
media outlets. Since September 1, several people have been
shot in the 6400 block of South King Drive, the block I reside on.
All were under the age of 26 and all were black.
Urban terrorists have taken over inner-city minority neighborhoods in Chicago and no one is safe. It matters not if you reside in Beverly or Chatham: no family is immune from gun violence. My heart breaks for the families of who have lost loved ones to violence because I am a mother and can imagine ...
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I cannot speak for other
cultures but I do know that in Black culture, there is a lot of
pressure on young men to be ladies men with several women scattered
in every zip and area code. From the time they are five-years-old,
young Black boys are asked this question by various male relatives
and friends: “Do you have a girlfriend?” Not about what career or
college they are interested in but how many hoes they have.
Because of this mentality, it is no wonder why our community is
plagued with fatherlessness since young Black boys are socialized
to be pimps, not husbands and fathers.
Living in the inner-city
will suck the joy out of life if you have the misfortune to
live there. Who wouldn’t be depressed about being surrounded by
ignorant male youth lounging aimlessly on the corners bragging
about the women they used to have, foul-mouthed, uncouth young
women fighting over unemployed men, and older folks so beaten down
by life that they spend their remaining days living in a bottle?
Every where I go, I see desolation, grit and grime but I still
manage to see beauty in my surroundings. The beauty of seeing
a grandmother taking her grandchildren to school at time when she
should be chilling out somewhere in Florida but like the good
solider she is, knows her duty. The beauty of watching working
mothers take their daughters to work with them during the summer
break from school, reminding me of the times I went to work ...
In the United States,
disparities between rich and poor have risen sharply
and individuals are increasingly unlikely to escape from their
economic position.
Gender inequality has
maintained the suppression of women worldwide and unfortunately has
impacted Sub-Saharan Africa with the greatest magnitude.
Everyday in these countries are countless occurrences of physical,
emotional, and psychological abuse that must be acknowledged as a
primary concern for governments across the world. A prime
example of gender inequality is the use of rape as a weapon of
war. For women in Darfur, it is a permanent scar of war; a
painful reminder which will never go away. Girls as young as
eight will never sleep well again or be able to have a normal
relationship with a man because of this issue. There are many ways
to commit murder, and for these women and girls, they may as well
be dead.
Ever since President Obama
was elected, I have noticed a lot of insanity from a certain
segment of the White population. President Obama has been
accused of the taking away the civil liberties of “real Americans”
to not actually being an American at all but a Kenyan socialist
communist fascist who is going to put White children in boot camps
and indoctrinate them with all types of socialist, evil thoughts.
He is also having too many barbeques and basketball tournaments in
the White House with Jay-Z and Diddy and taking too much vacation
time when he should be working. The most ludicrous thing he
has been accused of is being an advocate of the poor (code word for
Black folks).
Last year, I turned
forty-years-old and that is totally mind-blowing to me
because a small part of me will always be the young,
idealistic girl who wanted to make a change in the world, although
she has taken quite an ass whipping in the past couple of years.
In the months since my birthday, at times, I feel as
though I can conquer the world with energy to burn.
During darker periods, paranoid thoughts plague me,
telling me no one cares about the opinion of a middle-age, fat,
unemployed black woman. My best days are behind me and all I
can do is look forward to is dying.