I tell myself that reports of police brutality are exaggerated and I'm
overreacting to my parent's pre-civil-rights paranoia; the country has
changed since then. But it is there again, on the way to work, a story
in the paper. There will be another in a couple of months. A black
suspect was shot off a roof by an officer, a psychotic black man ran
towards the police with a hammer and was shot to death, a black man
pulled out a toy pistol and was blown away. I blame the black men for
being shot because it's easier than feeling powerless. Why the hell was
he on that roof anyway, didn't he know he was in New York, it was late
at night and he was black? Didn't that man know better than to be black
and psychotic? We tell ourselves that if someone is in prison it is
because they deserve to be there. If there are human rights violations
we say, "Prison isn't supposed to be a picnic." If rehabilitation is
requested and denied we say, "You should have thought about that before
you got arrested." Like the fabled Bermuda Triangle, people go to
prison and disappear from the face of the earth. It will be easier to
go to work this morning if I believe that everyone who is in prison
belongs behind bars because he is a bad person who needs to be
punished. I don't have to consider the lack of education and training,
substance abuse, heartbreak and rage that all contribute to crime, that
prison construction is a lucrative business venture, and some states
have built prisons to revitalize their economies. That it costs the
same amount of money a year to maintain an inmate as it would to pay
for a year's college tuition. It's hard to enjoy a Saturday picnic with
your kids if you know that an imprisoned mother will have to wait years
to have the same picnic with her own; convicted for the bad checks she
wrote trying to feed them or for defending herself or the children from
an abuser. For black men who want to experience the American dream but,
exasperated with the limited opportunities racism affords, only see the
possibility of success realized through crime, prison exists as an
inevitability. And contrary to the hardened criminal image that most of
us have, there are "regular" people who are truly bewildered about how
they ended up in prison, having gone from too few schools, to even
fewer options, a direct route laid from their birth to their jail cell
with the precision of Amtrak. [more]