Today, as I was driving home from the store and a song came on the radio that I had never heard before. It was called “It’s Quiet Uptown” sung Kelly Clarkson. My daughter who was sitting in the passenger seat quickly informed me that it was from the stage play Hamilton. I immediately downloaded the song and put it on repeat. The words have so much emotion behind them and so much meaning to me. One part of the song said:
We push away what we can never understand We push away the unimaginable
At that moment a light came on inside of me, and I now know what domestic violence and domestic abuse truly is. When we think of domestic abuse we think of something that occurs behind the close doors within the four walls of someones’ house. But its bigger than that. Minorities in this country get up everyday and have to navigate through a country that has made it acceptable for domestic abuse and violence to happen in plain sight. Women are grabbed, groped, raped, belittled and sexually assaulted by men of power on a regular basis, with very little or no consequence. A United States Judge sentenced a rapist to only six months in jail, which he only served 60 days. The Judge was more concerned about the rapist future instead of the communities faith in the system that was designed to protect and serve for the greater good of all American people. Look at where we are.
Does no one see that these cases are not only destructive to the victim but to all the women of America? These slap on the wrist cases make women aware that a man can violate them and get away with it if he has money and power. Matter-of-fact sexually assaulting women in America may get him promoted or maybe even elected to the President of the United States.
Black and brown men have to walk on egg shells when dealing with white officers for the slightest move may get them shot or beat down. This is domestic violence. This is domestic abuse. How come they never show this in the domestic violence commercials? They are going through the unimaginable.
Can you imagine being shot down like a dog without cause, without merit, by a white police officer and all they have to say is “I was in fear of my life!” and that’s enough for the officer to go home and carry on with the work day. A man is dead, and he hasn’t caused any harm to anyone. He was unarmed and running away from the officer? And still he is dead. Laying in the street or in the grass for hours while the investigators take photos of a crime scene that will result in nothing more than some bad publicity.
How stressful it must be to know that if you are black or brown and you are convicted of a crime that your penalty will be significantly longer than a white person that commits the same crime. How scary would it be to know that your local sheriff wants you to stay in prison longer so that they can keep making money off your free labor?
“Steve Prator, the sheriff of Caddo Parish, which includes the city of Shreveport and some surrounding areas, described state prisoners as a “necessary evil to keep the doors open” at the jail his office runs.
Among those are the ones that you can work, that’s the ones that can pick up trash, the work release programs, Prator said.
In addition to the bad ones, and I call these bad, in addition to them, they’re releasing some good ones that we use every day to wash cars, to change oil in our cars, to cook in the kitchens, to do all that where we save money, he said.”
This is domestic terror. This is domestic abuse. This is domestic abuse. This is intentional!
There is suffering too terrible to name
You hold your child as tight as you can
And push away the unimaginable
The moments when you’re in so deep
It feels easier to just swim down – It’s Quiet Uptown