Community Policing Is A Right To Life…

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(ThyBlackMan.com) Community policing is supposed to be an alternative to the ” Lock up every Negro in sight! ” pathology afflicting American law enforcement. In a modern era where even a sitting ” post racial ” US president can ( correctly ) call arresting a wealthy, liberal, Ivy League-employed Black man in his home ” acting stupidly “, it’s clear the Black community/law enforcement divide needs bridging. I’m in favor of Nadra Enzi inner citizens and Black folks generally finally being treated as fellow stakeholders in public safety. Balkanized relations allow criminals in and out of uniform safe harbors to hide in plain sight while wreaking havoc among populations with little or no percieved political clout. I do community policing because I’m pro-life, in this context meaning Black citizens in the inner city have as much right to live safely as the First Family. By the way I’m also traditionally pro-life too.

A recent trip through a TSA ( Terrible Security Administration ) checkpoint underscored the need for upgrade in this arena. A screener more suited to slinging fast food than frontline duty in the War On Terror began opening my carry-on bag. I asked her, ” Why? ” Clearly this question isn’t often asked to members within this relic of Bush II homeland security pantomime. Her response was, ” Why? You don’t want me to search your luggage ” as if having my belongings rifled by a high school drop out was a dream come true.  I looked down at her and said, “ I’m with the NAACP. We ask questions like this. ” to underscore a concern this seemed an episode of selective enforcement. One Black male passenger subjected to extra scrutiny out of dozens of lighter skinned faces added not one iota more safety for all involved. Such is what passes for protective policy in this country.
 
Security is what I do, both as a concerned citizen and practitioner. Community policing is often a tough sell to folks who’ve given up any semblance of belief that the system values their lives and property. My job is convincing them that valuing their lives and property enough to protect the same is step number one. Step two is holding government employees accountable who are paid by Black folks taxes just like anyone else! The process becomes particularly fun when the aforementioned government employees are also Black but discount inner city residents at the behest of prejudiced higher ups in the department and local community. I do know that absent steps one and two thugs on the public payroll and off it continue using the ‘Hood as a playground. Denzel Washington’s movie ” Training Day ” fabulously illustrates this point.
 
Honest Black citizens find ourselves referees between often hostile police and often hostile inhabitants. There’s a logic to giving up and letting things remain the same. It’s seductive and less hassle than wringing respect from a law enforcement establishment still resembling upgraded episodes
of either Sydney Pointers’ classic movie ” In The Heat of The Night ” or  Carrol O’Connor’s TV series by the same title. Silence only ensures more of the same. Prejudiced police and street thugs respond to made up minds. We assist them by not documenting and publicizing misconduct. We lend aid and comfort to people who see the inner city as a plantation ripe for the picking.
 
The ultimate goal of community policing by active Black residents is serving notice to would-be urban hostages; corrupt officers and neighborhood assailants that the free ride is over. I’ve seen enough minor victories to keep trying.
 
Otherwise someone else dictates how much or how little safety we experience. Policing our community expresses our right to live free from intimidation whatever the source. 
 
They hope we’ll just stay quiet and keep taking their abuse.