In high school, I read and studied a book called Death Be Not Proud by John Gunther. In the book, Gunther shares insights on what it means to live by, parodoxically, examining what it means to die.
One can suffer a worse death than the physical, I think.
Last week, several African American female professors at Nassau Community College received a written death threat. The death threat oozed with the stink of racial slurs and stereotypes. The letter was violent enough in nature to make the professors fear for their safety.
Of course, the letter was anonymous, because people who write death threats are cowards. In addition, even as they tingle with the momentary sense of power in anticipation of shattering someone else's sense of security and safety, they secretly know there is no honor in such a sleazy, slimy act. Even as one feels relief in releasing bile from one's stomach, the act is still disgusting, so disgusting that one is mortified to do it publicly and usually seeks privacy.
Therefore, I am confident that the coward who wrote the death threat had a fleeting, if any, pleasure in it. And those who eat hate for breakfast, will surely get nauseous again!!!
Yet, this shameful event is as much about the lack of publicity and public outrage as it is about the sicko who incited it! A week later, the majority of the College and the surrounding community remain uninformed! And I want to know why is that? Why are we more likely to know what is happening in the Jolie-Pitt backyard than our own?
This is the kind of shituation that has had the tendency to frustrate me and then haunt me. However, I have managed to find some relief in the creation of Sistas on Fire! The play is not just merely a vehicle to pontificate about social injustice....it is also meant to publicize it! It is sad how uninformed the average person is about the social injustices, great and small, that make American's title "Land of the Free" a misnomer.
Like I say in Dead, but Not Silent (which discusses the lack of publicity about the execution of Frances Newton, the first African American woman to be executed since 1869), I really don't care that YOU (America) don't care about me. I don't care that if the professors were white male, the College would be well-informed and mobilized by now. I don't care that the department chair's reaction to the letter was mild at best. I don't care becaue I hadI pretty much figured out that little value is placed on the lives of African American women.
I simply want to thank the hateful, racist, and sexist cowards of the world for motivating me even more. They are so stupid that they don't realize their actions are now having the opposite effect! The letter was intended to create fear and thus subdue the rising tide of black achievers. My frustration, and that of many, has led to political and social movement fueled by the urgency these....running out of non-four letter words to describe them...LOL...degenerates create.
Farrah Gray, the African American man who became a millionaire at age fourteen, said something in his book Reallionaire that I post as a recurring note on my calendar: "Comfort is the enemy of achievement." It is with this truism in mind that we should move forward, letting this incident be the start instead of the stop it was intended to be.