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CyberSoulMan: Police and thieves

… police and thieves in the street (oh yeah)
scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition …
J. Murvin/L. Perry circa 1976
Sometimes life just gets in the way of music. From the CyberSoulMan point of view many of the ills of humankind are banished from consciousness in the face of good music. Then again, some songs and music can identify the different types of struggles we go through when, from somewhere On High, it is mandated that we interact with each other. Oh boy, the History Of Western Civ. Contracts between God and man. Contracts between man and man. Contracts between governments. Contracts between governments and corporations. Contracts between contracts.
Wow, CyberSoulMan, you say. You’re trippin’ way out there, brother. Come on, write about Bob Wills or Maury Wills or Buddy Holly or Buddy Miles or Miles Davis or even how Elvis hung out in the inner city in Memphis in the '50s. But don’t open the police and thieves door.
How can you frame this column with a fragment of a Reggae tune that seems to imply some kind of heretical bond between disparaging elements?
I heard a guy imply Saturday in a public forum that we have a hard time recognizing our own dirt. I perceived that he meant us as individuals or parts of a group at large.
Much press and hype is given to the notion that Oakland, California is some sort of carnivorous cancer on the cityscape of the Bay Area/California/United States of America. The absolute truth still begs to be told.
A series of bizarre murders involving police agencies on both sides of the fatal bullets have occurred in Oakland recently that have many folks upset and wondering if justice really real. Understandably, many folk are pointing fingers at that class of beings of which I represent, the African American male, as somehow being at the root of the problem that is suggested in the song, “Police & Thieves.”
One thing is clear from within and without: Social statistics regarding the state of African American male are shocking.
Here are some stats compiled by the National Urban League in 2007:
African American males are more than twice as likely to be unemployed as white males.
Black males who work in comparable jobs earn only 75 percent of their white counterparts.
Black men are seven times more likely to be incarcerated, with average jail sentences about 10 months longer than those of white men.
In 1995, 16 percent of black men in their 20s who did not go to college were in jail; a decade later the percentage had grown to 21 percent.
The list is actually longer and more depressing. I think the reader can deduct that we, as humans, are extracting a heavy pound of flesh from certain segments of society. The Urban League also suggests possible root causes for these stats; fatherlessness, a pervasive negative entertainment culture, racism and multi-generational poverty in family structure. The CyberSoulMan would insert that the psychological post traumatic effects of slavery is a root cause as well.
I have to tell you that all of the above seemed to manifest itself when I was driving through Oakland on 580 Saturday morning. Highway driving in the Bay Area is a tad different than the Lake County driving experience. A little faster, a little crazier. The flow of traffic that I was in was doing about 80 miles per hour when a California Highway Patrol unit with lights flashing shot to the front of the pack and started S-turn maneuvers from the fast lane to the slow lane, repeatedly which, of course, got our attention and traffic slowed way down.
This went on for close to two miles during which our speed was decreased to about five miles per hour. I’d assumed that the officer was simply trying to slow traffic down. Wrong! There was indeed a hazard in the road about two miles from where this all started. A bicycle was lying in the fast lane. The officer stopped her car to remove the hazard from the road. All the traffic stopped. I was in the slow lane still creeping at five miles per hour, somehow thinking that since though I was in the front of the pack in the slow lane, it was all right for me to proceed slowly past, since I was on the other side of the freeway. Before the officer picked up the bike, she spied me creeping along the slow lane, almost past the confusion. She ran over toward me shouting at the top of her lungs, “Stop! Stop now!”
“OK, I got it.” I understood now. I couldn’t just creep past. I stayed put until she had crossed the freeway with the bike and deposited it on the shoulder. She then marched double time toward my car and stopped to lambaste me further. “What's wrong with you? I could've hit you! I should write you a ticket! Don't ever do that!”
She was really hollering. She looked to be about 19 years old. I’d cautiously opened my car door since my window doesn’t roll down so that I could respond. When she was done shouting, she spun on her heels and marched toward her car. I can only imagine, what the drivers behind me were thinking. I spoke with all the sincerity I could muster.
“I’m sorry. It wasn’t clear to me exactly what you wanted me to do.”
She kept marching, shining me on. I restated my position, a little louder. “Did you hear me? I wasn’t clear about what you wanted me to do.”
“Yes!” she hollered, still with venom. She jumped into her car and flew off like a you-know-what out of you-know-where. I pulled off the freeway. I had the adrenaline shakes. I called the CHP non-emergency line to report my distress at having been talked to in such a derogatory manner.
I was quite surprised to receive a call back from the CHP shift supervisor maybe six hours later. We had a cordial conversation. He offered me the choice of making a formal complaint or having him just talk to her. I asked him to just talk to her about her communication skills. I wasn’t trying to besmirch her record. He also said that she was relatively new on the force and that she was 35 not 19. Oh well. All’s well that ends well.
I’m not a policeman or a thief. I realize that some aspects of this subject matter may be disturbing to some. These are real issues and real talk. This is still America, planet earth. And it’s OK to talk to me about my communication skills as well. Please, no hollerin’.
Keep prayin’, Keep thinkin’ those kind thoughts!
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Blue Wing Blue Monday Blues. Lake Blues All-Stars, Monday, March 30. 6:30 p.m. at the Blue Wing Saloon & Café. 9520 Main St., Upper Lake. 707-275-2233
T. Watts is a writer, radio host and music critic. Visit his Web site at www.teewatts.biz.
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