I would very much like to leave St. Louis and I’ve made no secret of that fact. But I would like to clarify, once and for all, why that is. It’s not so much that I want to get away from St. Louis–I want to move to be near my family.
But many people (racist people, by the way, whether they admit it or not) assume that I want to leave St. Louis because of “all the crime.” Nope. Bullshit. Nothing could be further from the truth. First of all, in the seven-plus years (off and on) I’ve lived in St. Louis City, I’ve never been the victim of so much as a dirty look, much less a crime. The last time I went grocery shopping in the “bad” (read: African-American working-class) neighborhood to the north of my own, a stranger lent me a quarter to use the shopping cart at Aldi without even a second look. Yep–in the Black neighborhood, a Black stranger gave ME some of HER money unprompted. Black people, just giving middle-aged white ladies money willy-nilly. What a “bad” neighborhood indeed.
Also, here’s fun fact: By far the most crime-prone people I know are my parents, who live in Eugene, OR, where I would like to move, and in the last year alone have had two bikes and a flat-screen jacked (not to mention, a few years ago, a priceless and irreplaceable antique watch their dumb asses should have kept in a safe-deposit box). Guess who is always doing the jacking? White people, almost certainly victims of our spiffy local meth epidemic. WHEN WILL THE WHITE COMMUNITY IN OREGON TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALL THIS UNCONSCIONABLE DRUG-DRIVEN WHITE-ON-WHITE CRIME, I SAY? Anyway.
Anyway. One of my favorite things about St. Louis is that it is diverse. I like living in a city that–much unlike the one I grew up in, the one where my parents are always getting their stuff jacked–has a sizable Black population and a rich and important Black history (one that is and remains ringed on all sides with bigotry). Is your city the birthplace of Chuck Berry? I didn’t think so.
The things I dislike about St. Louis are either not St. Louis’s fault (the weather, the lack of my family) or the fault of it being in America (car-dependency). But you know the #1 reason I want to punch Missouri in the face and never come back? Effing bigots like the Ferguson police, and like this guy, Peter Kinder, the current Lt. Governor, WHO IS AN ELECTED OFFICIAL, who has called for the rule of, his dumb-ass words, “Anglo-American justice” (DAFUQ?), i.e. the reinstatement of the police curfew. When I say I don’t like a lot of the people in my area, I am referring to people like this fucking goon.
Mike Brown was murdered by police in broad daylight, and I want justice (notice I didn’t say “Anglo-American justice” since I don’t know dafuq that means) for him and for his family, and I want the straight-up terrorization of the people of Ferguson (which, by the way, is a very nice town) to stop being referred to as “racial tensions,” because that implies two equal or semi-equal forces pulling in opposite directions, and what is really happening is one disproportionately militarized force oppressing and crushing a much smaller and almost fully peaceful “force” after executing a member of that community.
I don’t pretend to be saying anything important about this situation, and the last thing I want to do is look like I’m showing off how awesomely not part of the Klan I am–I am, I think, the minimum acceptable level of not-racist white person there should be. I don’t want a goddamned cookie. I don’t know what to say or do. All I can say is that I want give a big-ass middle finger right in Peter Kinder’s shitty Anglo-American face–let’s call it a dispensation of Jewish Justice.
Black lives matter.