Earlier this evening I had stopped in a Wendy’s Restaurant where I ran into an old friend from long ago. Our relationship started over 30 years past, because I had taught a Martial Art course right out of my spacious garage as a hobby. It didn’t take long for he, and other kids in the surrounding neighborhoods to show and start practicing. After all, this garage study was free.
This long time friend, former student, Dwayne was dining with his two sons, Ali-18 (named after the boxer) and Malik-16 (sp?) Ali and Malik had each a friend with them; I guess approx their same ages.
Upon small conversation, Dwayne had informed me that they were in from out of town visiting his mother (grandmother). I no longer resided in that part of town, but his mother was still there. The subject of old practices, tournaments, and shenanigans came about.
He introduced me to the group as “ the Sensei-I told you about”. Their faces brightened as if they were seeing a living legend of some sort. They knew the old tales before I could ever describe. All too easy, they were blabbering most of these tales in short story-punch line form. (Except the friends with them, did not get the exposure likewise from their father-my former student)
All of a sudden, I heard the youth discuss the Martin-Zimmerman ordeal.
Dwayne and I sensed the tension, and he had asked me what were my thoughts. I told him, before I gave my thoughts, would he mind if I talk to his group. He nodded.
I had asked the youth, what was the story behind this, per what they had known;
Thus minus the lingo and translated:
Ali; “There was this white man who shot down this brother in cold blood”
Me: “What do you mean? How old was the person shot?”
Malik: “Yeah, it was a black boy was 13 or 14
Others in the group: “Yeah, he was walking from the store, and this white dude jumped out of his car and shot him.”
Then I had asked; If someone was following you, would you get angry?”
All said; “yes”
Then I had asked; “What would you do if you got so angry at them-would you go home?”
All of them responded with a high-emotional per response; “I would walk up to em and tell him to leave me alone/I would lead him to my friends where I would have backup/I would walk up to him and push him on the ground/I would walk up to em and punch him upside his head.”
Me; “If you were getting your head banged into a sidewalk, and you realized you had a gun on you, what would you do?”
All of them responded with a high-emotional per response; “ Put a cap in em/Shoot him many times/Get up and shoot/I woulda shot em before I got on the ground”
Dwayne, sensing that I was going through a somewhat personal investigation, had asked me; “Sensei, are you following other lies?”
I told, him that I have very much enjoy our past, that because he is a father, I could no longer be considered as his Sensei. I did congratulate him on his continuous respect. I told him, that I was always forthright and truthful with him.
I told him, that he has to have an open mind and look over both sides of anything, before coming to a conclusion.
He had replied;
“You always told us something like that.”
“It was more like-If we don’t believe you, go out and find it.”
“You got that from one of your Sensei”
“You made me go reading more about martial arts”
I told him to find out about that trial. As always, don’t let others persuade you with you finding as out as much as you can.
Dwayne was a troubled youth before I had met him. He and his brother were absent of father, but his brother took it worse as his brother rejected me, and other social norms. His brother had died from a shooting, he had left the town I and his mother resided, and he went upon his own.
Dwayne told me he thought a black president would bring huge changes and that he was upset that it did not go that way. After some other exchange; I sensed that he hated all politicians, no matter their color
Finishing up our meals, I told him I was proud he is a dad, but ALWAYS BE A DAD. He knew what I had meant, and we gave each other a “soul hug”
Here awaits the paradox:
Because of their culture, black people believe other black people They may have their doubts, but their put their faith into the color of skin. I cannot really blame them for this, but black leaders nowadays, do not desire to “educate” their brethren. They rather keep them high emotionally strung so that they can manipulate the under-educated, or mass opinionated easier