Racial Profiling: ALIVE!

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Greetings Mrs. Loretta Lynch,

I am a fifty-nine year old female; my heart is heavy. This is a rambling, not conscious, not well thought out, not following traditional sentence structure; when one has been racially profiled— the intention of the profiler to stop, search, handcuff (in my case) a human being because of the perceived identity the profiler has placed on the one being profiled–, unnerving.

 JUST RAMBLING: Another and another African American female has been harassed. WHY ? Somehow that word has become a redundant fixture in the world of cop shakedowns and killings. The answer always seems to be “I THOUGHT that. . . .” This “I thought that” is housed in the paradox of fear and hatred of people who look like me—brown. This fear nurtured by a systemic confusion as to the who of the African American was created by the enslavement of the African American.

“I THOUGHT. . . .”

Meditatively in my conscious stupefaction, I rehearse my own experience as one who was racially profiled. I am also reminded of the African American poet Amiri Baraka who says, “the Negro’s ‘place’ in American society is the fact that it was only as a slave that he really had one. The post-slave society had no place for the black Americans.”

I am also reminded that the African American was the immigrant whose entrance into America was not welcomed, at worst, and ambivalent at best. African Americans were (and may still be for some) “problematic immigrants.”

JUST RAMBLING: Who I am is in such contradiction; yet, it is what the officer thought of me, his perception of my identify that caused him to shout:

“Get Out of The Car. Where Are The Guns and Drugs?”

His “I THOUGHT” compelled him to handcuff me. His “I THOUGHT” caused him to shout as my niece and sister stood in shock–watching; His “I THOUGHT” caused the accompanying officer with the dog to pull all of our belongings out of the car, search the car, and continue to shout: “We Want The Drugs And The Guns!”

As he shouted, the memory of my historical foremother—Harriet Tubman—walked me through my own underground railroad, and the God of the “lynching tree” carried me home (https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B005M1ZIGI&asin=B005M1ZIGI&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_FlVExb81MQYAS).

I sang the last song I sung to my mother before she went to sleep: “Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus” flowed out of my mouth.

The officer: “Where are you going?’

I explained we were traveling to visit my mother’s grave in Huntsville, Alabama. I told the officer I was a professor at Loma Linda University’s School of Religion (how ironic); I told him again that I did not have any drugs or guns in the car.

In fact, I have never owned or handled a gun. Haven’t taken drugs either! However, who you are is not important when the one naming you has decided you are a criminal.

JUST RAMBLING: The enslaved African’s humanity said, I am human; the slaver said you are a slave.

JUST RAMBLING: I sung, “Turn Your eyes upon Jesus.” And I turned and turned inward; I walked underground. I left America, its historical baggage of racial profiling, its “I THOUGHT” police officers who abandon their humanity as they walk in fear and thus demean the people they are paid to protect. I rambled: “Turn Your Eyes. . . .”

I find joy in this life for two reasons: 1) I believe in the God of the universe and 2.) He gives me the opportunity to ask questions when tragedies that seem to be a modern day lynching occurs. I want to say, God, God, did you see the officer shoot down that boy in the street. God, God, where were you when they killed that young woman in the prison cell. GOD!

The reality is this: I could have been lynched on Highway 24 that evening, but I was not. Eventually the officer took the handcuffs off of my arms (YES, I was shackled). Eventually, he said,

Mam, when you got out of that car, “I THOUGHT.”

I must say the officer told me that FOUR police officers had been shot that week. He told me that he had never experience “this before.” I told him I had never experience “this” either, and I thanked him for his work.

Racial profiling: YES IT DOES EXIST!

I don’t feel angry; I feel a sense of urgency. That is why I feel it necessary to ramble; maybe some of what I am saying will be heard.

“Racial profiling is the use of an individual’s race or ethnicity by law enforcement personnel as a key factor in deciding whether to engage in enforcement (e.g. make a traffic stop or arrest)”

Dear Mrs. Lynch, I am calling for the educational reform of Police officers in the United States. Indeed, police officers need to be tested psychologically. A test needs to be developed that measures the officers psychological understanding of racism, race, and profiling. A test needs to be developed that measures the psycho- historical wounds plaguing Americans, especially those who work in law enforcement or run for a political office. A test is also needed that examines one’s racial profiling tendencies. There also needs to be a test that measures the fear aptitude of the police officers, and their needs to be a test for all Americans that measures their thoughts on racial and ethnic groups.

It’s easy to say the lynching of Americans because of the hue of their biological surface is wrong and must stop. The challenge is committing to a study of the “why of racial profiling”—historical and social. And, indeed, a program needs to be put in place that is effective.

The rambling of a 59 year old African American female professor who, yes, has been racially profiled because a deeply wounded Caucasian police officer “THOUGHT.”

 

 

 

 

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Dear 59 Year-Old Racially Profiled Professor, I thank you for these reasons: 1) your transparency 2) being wise enough to believe in God and 3) asking God questions.. He may or may not answer your questions sometimes so it seems but I believe He always answers.

    After reading your “JUST RAMBLING”S throughout the blog and not feeling the full impact of what you must have felt while imagining how I would have felt is paramount and tantamount to what all reacially profiled “humans” must feel…hurt, embarrassment, emotional pain and utter helplessness. Note that I specufied “human” because we are “human” but unfortunately in the minds of some misguided “humans” we are not seen as a “human. We are treated in a manner that questions the humanity of the profiler. As my Grandmother always said “He is sitting high but looking low.” Tests won’t change the racial profiling nor rules or sanctions but writing, bligging and trust in God gives hope to those of us who “believe in Him.”

    “Turn your eyes upn Jesus look full in His wonderful face, and the things of the earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace.”

    Be safe.

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  2. Indeed, thanks for your thoughts. And yes, I will continue to keep my eyes on Jesus as well as do my small part in helping to create a world where racial profiling is not the “norm.”

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