A Radical’s Regret

When the pigs who killed Tamir Rice weren’t indicted, an inexplicable feeling roused my Being. It was a dull, palpitating ache — a pain both loud and silent. Unfamiliar, yet recognizable.

This ache was smeared in exhaustion and non-surprise. This ache was mundane and common to me. An ailment that wasn’t externally debilitating, but was internally omnipresent.

The pain reverberated through the chambers of my Spirit, but could not escape the crevices of my lips.

I have no words to express my anger. I have no words to express my disgust towards a blatantly racist criminal (in)justice system that fails to hold accountable trigger happy cops lacking in restraint, unable to imprison their mongrelized fantasies of Black boys.

As a cultural critic deeply invested in pro-Black radical ideology, I am spirited when writing narratives that reflect the unencumbered reality of Blackness. My gift is in my ability to wield my pen. My offering to the public forum of Blackness are my words, analyses, and reflections. I wish to leave a legacy; a digital footprint that Black children of the future can turn to when Liberation soon comes.

And yet, I was frozen. My prospective words were invisible and foreign.

In watching Tamir Rice — a 12 year old visionary taken viciously, prematurely, and unceremoniously — get slaughtered by fragile racist subhumans, and subsequently blamed for his own death … I felt failure. That I had failed him. I failed to revive, protect, console, or comfort him.

And I thought of Aiyana Stanley-Jones, the seven year old visionary executed in her own home. And Laquan McDonald, mercilessly shot 16 times. And Jordan Davis, murdered for blasting music. And Sandra Bland, murdered behind jail doors for daring to be bold in her knowledge of the law.

I feel failure when I see the regular demagogues — both Black and white — exploiting tragedies for personal gain. From the white supremacist propagandists reassuring the white racist majority that these niggers “thugs” had it coming. To the Black puppeteers strategically positioned to quash Black revolt.

This sense of failure was the basis of that enigmatic ache that stunted me.

Black Liberation is the damned reality of three steps forward, two steps back.

We’ve realized the right to vote … until the Supreme Court says otherwise, and local politicos implement restrictive voter identification laws.

We’ve realized police brutality is a public health issue … that body cams can magically cure.

We’ve realized “diversity” is nonexistent in the tech world… so Twitter hires a white guy to lead the effort in reaching out to communities of color.

And in the socio-political world of half-measures and soundbites, Black kids are dying.

Fighting for Black Liberation is rewarding and worrisome. Sometimes it hurts and is (re)traumatizing. And sometimes … when the feeling of hopelessness and helplessness kicks in … I regret exposing myself to this sickening ambience of failure.

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photo 1Arielle Newton, Founder/Editor-in-Chief. Get at me @arielle_newton. Get at us @BlkMillennials.


6 responses to “A Radical’s Regret

  1. Another example of the myth of post racial America. If this child was WHITE there would be massive outrage calling for the resignation of the officer and homicide charges pressed if the this child was WHITE. Arielle Newton you check out Fred Hampton Jr’s Blog just Google it. Black childrens existed in this world is being criminalized by FACIST POLICE, AND LEGAL SYSTEM. Ms. Arielle I can tell you are effected by this pattern of terrorism but realize your blog gives voice and power to oppressed black communities. White supremacy hates black like you because your trying to enlighten other blacks. Stay strong in your work and mission.

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  2. Miss Newton, Please don’t let your feelings of despair quell your efforts! The more you write, speak out, protest, and expose the truth of the racial disparity in this country, the more eyes you open! Change is slow and painful, but more people are seeing this every day! Trust me when I tell you, your efforts make a difference

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  3. Greetings Beloved Sistah!
    Shalom to you this day The Most High Yah has made! I just want to let you know I am just beginning my blog. I haven’t posted any of my work yet, but I’m glad I’m following yours. Because your Blog is in the same category of what I will be writing about. You are a great writer on current and past brutality, fatality, and injustice upon our people. When I begin publishing my work, I hope you will find it something you would enjoy following. I am about to put it down in my blog, how our people, the so-called Black Americans have been literally oppressed so hard by our enemies that we are weak and with lack of knowledge of whom we really are in this earth. Well sistah, ( yeah that’s how I call my REAL women of our nation; Ysra’al) I look forward to reading your blogs and sharing them as well. I hope you will do the same, and feel as good about mine as I do yours…………soon as I get something published………..(smile).
    Shalom Sistah


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