we live dangerous, cops could just/ Arrest me, blaming us, we’re held like
hostages– Nas, NY State of Mind
I got my first car when I was 18. “Now when you get pulled over,
it’s a serious thing,” my dad said to me before he handed me the keys to a
brown Toyota Celica. “You keep your hands on the wheel if you get
stopped. Move slowly. If you are going to reach for anything like a
wallet you tell him what you are going to do and do it slow. If you move
too fast they will kill you.”
There was a seriousness in his eyes and his tone that I knew better than to
ignore. But in my head, a part of me, said, “All right Pop slow
down. This ain’t the deep South where you’re from. We live in the
Bay and it’s the 1980s.”
The first time a gun was put in my face, it was by the SFPD. A cop
drew a 9mm pistol on me for wearing a red and black jacket with the words PARIS
(a pro-black rapper not the chick) across the back. They said I looked
like a gang member from Pinole (a surrounding city), and said I made an illegal
u-turn to get a parking space. They were physically smaller than me (the
one with his gun on me was trembling and was afraid) and I knew they would not
hesitate to put a bullet through my eye socket if I did anything but breathe.
All of my father’s advice crystallized in that moment. I spoke
slowly and clearly as they made eye contact, and explained I had no weapons,
was unarmed and that I had broken no laws.
It took the cop a few seconds to hear me through his fear, and eventually he
put the gun down. He smiled and said, “Gangs in the area are wearing
your colors.” Funny how, being a 6 foot tall black man, I always
seem to be in “gang colors.” I wake up in gang colors. I
got to bed in gang colors. I walk to the corner store in gang colors.
I was born in gang colors. I’m black.
Today I’m 38, and have a son. In 10 years, I will have to have the same
conversation with him. How can I not?
This past Friday, the cops that murdered Sean Bell were acquitted.
So many were surprised. I wasn’t. Surprised at what?
The same courts that let the cops in Rodney King’s videotaped beating walk, the
same courts who set up the three strikes and Rockefeller Drug Laws, and the
same courts that let Amadou Diallo die in cold blood gave no justice to
Sean Bell. Again. And people are surprised? Our system is
failing us on so many levels.
No rational human being with knowledge of the American justice system could
really be shocked. This is America and American courts have
never made justice for black men a priority. The fact that they allowed
his parents to file anything in court at all is simply the illusion of
When N.W.A. dropped “Fuck The Police” in the late 1980s many in the
American media attacked them. Even the F.B.I. saw fit to write their
label a threatening letter about how inappropriate the nature of the song was.
And shortly thereafter, the release of Paris’ “Coffee Donuts and Death”
and Ice T’s “Cop Killer” created a firestorm of controversy in the
media. Hip-Hop music has documented racial and systematic injustice more
effectively than any other art form to date, and this has been in large part
because of the fact that much of what America has tried to sweep under
the rug hasn’t gone unnoticed by hip-hop artists who care.
So many questions were asked. “Why would black men write songs
against the police?” “Who would write, let alone SELL music
advocating police murder?” “Why do black men hate cops so
But nobody asked if some of the accusations of police brutality being made had
any merit. How could so many rappers, from so many different parts of America, be so
unified in their feelings about the same subject? I was told by a white
college student in the 1990s that the original police forces were bands of
slave overseers “policing” the plantations of rich whites after Lincoln signed the
Emancipation Proclamation. He said that their job was to keep free
Africans afraid to rebel against their former masters.
Now, based on what I have seen in the courts and on TV, and in my own personal
experiences of being terrorized and falsely accused by police officers since my
early teen years – it all makes even more sense. Rap music is a billion
dollar industry for some, and is a way out the ghetto for others. But for
me, undiluted hip-hop is one of the real scoreboards of what is going on in the
minds, hearts and souls of black men. If you are attuned to what is going
on outside the mainstream, you can see that young black males have been trying
to bring attention to their struggle against police brutality for decades.
Their pleas for help went ignored by not only the courts and black and white
media outlets, but by the old civil rights leadership too. Bill Cosby
said nothing. Theo Huxtable never had to deal with what my friends and I
had to deal with.
A few years before Sean Bell was murdered, rapper Talib Kweli wrote about the
pain of having to pass on the torch of teaching his son about the reality of
Niggaz with knowledge is more dangerous than than niggaz with guns
They make the guns easy to get and try to keep niggaz dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already know the deal but what the fuck do I tell my son?
I want him livin’ right, livin good, respect the rules
He’s five years old and he still thinkin’ cops is cool
How do I break the news that when he gets some size
He’ll be perceived as a threat or see the fear in they eyes
It’s in they job description to terminate the threat
So 41 shots to the body is what he can expect
The precedent is set, don’t matter if he follow the law
I know I’ll give my son pride and make him swallow it all
I sadly must have the same conversation with my son. I hate this
fact…but it is something I must do. No one should ever ask again why
any rapper speaks against the racism of American police departments or the
American justice system. They have been trying for decades to tell the
world how corrupt and broken this nation’s courts are. Many times their
language is harsh, the visuals are ugly and the subject itself painful to
digest – but ignoring the voice of the youth has not helped the situation – and
the fire of legal injustice covered by the ashes of hollow democracy don’t make
the nation any safer. Only honoring truth does. The truth is we can
do so much better than we are.
I have family members who are cops. Some of the friends I grew up
with listening to N.W.A. with are now police themselves. I know that
there are good hearted, well-intentioned police men and women of all races out
there. Victims of police brutality also come in all races and creeds as
well, and many of them have been denied justice too. Unfortunately, the
most horrific cases of police brutality continue to occur within the African
I find killer cops just as disgusting and appalling as cop killers, and I am a
committed advocate for non-violence. Yet I do not want to be here
ten years from now writing about my son, my neighbor’s son or the son of one of
you reading this now. I don’t want any more American parents feeling the
pain that the Bell
family is currently experiencing.
Malcolm X said before he was murdered that he planned to file a suit against
the United Stated for denial of human rights in the courts of the United
Nations. I believe that it is time to pick that torch up now.
Starting with the senseless murder of Sean Bell, African Americans can document
our case all the way back to Lincoln
signing the Emancipation Proclamation. The injustice is systematic, and
there is no other solution than making a case in the U.N. on the basis of human
rights violations. We do this not because we hate America. We
must do it to help create that “more perfect union” the founders
of this nation aspired to manifest.
The time is now. If we neglect to solve the problem in the world
courts, blood will continue to run in the streets. People are tired, and
people are beyond angry. What if police start randomly getting killed
too? Then what? America
cannot benefit on any level from an escalation of violence. It never has,
and black people in America
have never had greater opportunity, educational or technological ability to
confront the issue of police brutality and injustice. And American
citizens of other races and cultures have never had a finer moment to help
refine the American judicial system for all of of its citizens too. Sean
Bell cannot be just another victim of senseless police brutality. He must
be the last.
Adisa Banjoko author of Lyrical
Swords Vol. 1 & 2 and co-founder of the Hip-Hop Chess
Federation. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org