When I started this blog, one of the goals I had in mind was to show people that Baltimore is not just “The Wire”, and that there’s so much more to us than corrupt politicians, thugs doing drugs and non-stop violence. From where I stand, the city is full of good people doing good things to make this a better place for all of us to live.
Last week, a man was arrested and by the time he got to the police precinct, he was near death. Questions were asked, but they weren’t answered. It’s not the first time something like this has happened, and unfortunately, it probably won’t be the last.
More than many other people, I understand the issue of police violence. Several years ago, I was assaulted by a policewoman for taking a photograph. She wanted me to give her my camera and I refused. She beat me up. It was ugly and unpleasant. I moved from a house and neighbourhood that I loved. It made me think of the police in a very different way. They were no longer my friend.
All week long, there were peaceful protests and vigils around the city. People of all races and economic backgrounds came out to make their voices heard because what happened was wrong. On Saturday, after a massive peaceful protest in front of City Hall, several groups split off and went on a rampage. Of course, that’s what the media focused on. In the ensuing panic, much of Baltimore was shut down, including several major arteries into the city.
The chant “No Justice. No Peace.” is being shouted, but smashing store windows, bashing in car doors and throwing bottles at people who have absolutely nothing to do with the case or the police doesn’t help accomplish justice for anyone, in my mind.
Actually, I love it.