It breaks my heart as I am reflecting on today’s American culture and what it was like in 1992. Sadly, many of the song lyrics in Public Enemy’s Apocalypse 91… The Enemy Strikes Black still ring true.
I remember thinking how much still needed to be fixed back then and I don’t see a whole lot of progress. It was my senior year of college at S.U.N.Y. Buffalo, when Rodney King got accosted in LA and the riots started. I had to leave the WBNY radio station that night with a security guard for the first time ever. I had never felt fear before living in America.
I can remember that year (before the riots) and getting pulled over by the cops. I had attended a concert and was riding in a truck with two of my black male friends. It was 3:00 am in the east side of Buffalo. A police officer pulled us over and flashed his flashlight in my face and asked me if I was o.k. I got frustrated for my friends. The officer asked me twice. My friends were quiet as the questioning commenced.
It angers me that this profiling still exists.
Sadly, there is bad in every culture, sub-culture and occupation.
We need to come together as Americans and turn this crap around.