The Whole Story
“Opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one and they usually stink.” Now that everyone else on the internet seems to have given their opinion on the situation in Ferguson, MO it’s probably as good a time as any that I bring my own to bear. Nobody knows what they’re talking about. I’m not trying to be flippant with what I say here, but it seems quite clear that throughout this whole debacle there has been a conscious effort to keep people from knowing all the details as well as the normal desired ignorance people choose to have about the world around them. So with that as the foundation for the national discussion, it seems unsurprising to find that many, if not most, of the comments are ignorant to some extent at least. Unfortunately, while I was enjoying Thanksgiving with my friends and family I did not find the time to peruse the four months worth of courtroom proceedings to get the full details of the case for myself; therefore, this post is likely to be about as ignorant of the truth as any other. But seeing as that hasn’t stopped anyone else from making a pithy response, I might as well continue.
There are many divides in this country. The divisions between class, race, region, political parties, religion, etc are often so deep and profound that a person could almost be forgiven for not recognizing the problems that face people outside of one’s own bubble. Almost is the operative word though. As much as we keep moving ourselves to areas that more closely reflect how we look or think, we cannot allow ourselves to forget that this is a large problem and just because you don’t experience a problem based on a minority status, doesn’t mean that others, whole groups of others within this country are not experiencing it on a daily basis. This is why I find it particularly sad to see the same pattern emerge from stories like this and that of Trayvon Martin.
The black community in America faces many challenges, day in and day out. The black community faces these challenges in near total silence. The silent struggle that so many minority groups in this country is felt all the more painfully in the way that our nation has trended back toward segregation, even without the compulsion of a government force. The fact that your zip code could nearly be attributed with a skin color is true throughout this country, and it is true in the communities in and around St Louis. This is why when any kind of attention is finally shone on these communities they take it as the once in a lifetime opportunity it really is to expose the iniquity they face. Sadly this means that if the story that brings the attention comes with even one asterisk, the whole opportunity is tarnished and the people ignored again once the next news cycle begins.
I do not know exactly what happened on the day that Michael Brown was shot to death, which is precisely the strategy of the Ferguson Police Department. There was a deliberate effort made to shroud the details of what happened with doubt, only releasing those few details that corroborated the story of the man who walked away from the incident, whether they had any significance to the events that took place or not. The release of the video of Michael Brown shoplifting some cigars was a deliberate attempt to justify his killing, even though the police originally claimed that the officer involved did not make any connection between that and the person he killed. His story has recently changed to say that he did in fact make the connection, which benefits him regardless of the truth of the claim. And even if it is true, in what context could the punishment of shoplifting with death be considered justice?
On the other hand, the grand jury, being the only people truly qualified to make the decision, did not find sufficient evidence to even bring an indictment for a crime onto this officer. Their decision would seem to indicate that there may very well have been an imminent threat to the officer’s life in the moments that directly preceded Michael Brown’s death. In the context of self defense, it should certainly seem understandable that the officer brought his firearm to bear. But the reality of a grand jury and the lack of a survivor to give the other side of the story leaves us with many more questions, and more to the point it leaves those who were finally given a voice to talk about the problems they face with the feeling of desperation as once again the game seems unacceptably rigged against them.
This is why the protests and riots have gotten as fierce as they have. When people lose all hope of justice through society, what tethers do they have to protecting that society? If you believe that this decision was simply the final straw in the story that black lives are simply worth less than white lives, then it would seem understandable why people might get violent in their response. And to people who are using these riots as an opportunity to impugn the entirety of the black community, or to claim that only black people get this violent with their riots, then the only appropriate words I can think to describe your character are synonyms of racist.
However, the simple fact that despair and the sense of nothing left to lose are understandable cannot be interpreted as condoning violence, destruction of property, vandalism, etc. As I stated in my post “Better,” the only way to win fights for justice and morality is by being better, and in this case some people of Ferguson have lost that battle. By giving into the most base feelings of hatred, these few have smeared the character and dignity of the whole, however unfair that may be. For many people, the sight of smoke and fire in the streets signals the end of the conversation and not the beginning. It is a sad but true fact, that unless something profound changes in the conduct of the campaign for justice and soon, the death of Michael Brown will not serve any significance to America other than a temporary opportunity for those in their own secure bubbles to mock and scorn those who live in a completely foreign world within our common national borders.
The world keeps turning, and the people who don’t live in Ferguson are already forgetting what they heard and what they saw, because they don’t live in Ferguson. The news has already shifted, quite readily, to the stories of Black Friday deals and disasters. The people would much rather move on from uncomfortable conversations and enjoy the holidays. But our comfort has lead us unfeeling to those unable to escape reality so easily. As we tuck into our Thanksgiving meals we do so pleasantly unaware of those going to bed hungry. As we turn up the thermostat as the snow begins to fall, we do so secure in the ignorance that others huddle together for warmth. As we change the channel to our favorite show, we do so blinded to all the stories and histories that need to be told.
You see, the whole story here in Ferguson is not understood by me or by Darren Wilson or by Al Sharpton or the grand jury or any other single person or group of people. It is not understood because we remain steadfast in our conviction that the problems of this world can best be remedied by ignorance rather than action. It is not understood because we choose the path that tells us that if a story isn’t on the 24 hour news networks, it isn’t worth talking about. It is not understood because we would rather remain in our own personal bubbles: unchallenged by other ideas, unmoved by the plight of others, undisturbed by the issues we choose not to see.