Let the Ancestors Speak

My co-worker had just dropped me off. As we pulled up a group of youngins were swingin on each other. At first it seemed like they were playing. I realized they were serious when I got out the car and noticed one of them had a heavy ass vodka bottle in his hand. The one they were trying had a female counterpart with him. She shouted at the others to leave her counterpart alone.

These are obviously people who have a shared history.
As I git closer I notice a man sitting against a light box at the bus stop acting like what was happening a few feet from him wasn’t happening.  In the bus shelter was a young girl talking on her phone and an elder. They also were doing all they could to pretend what was taking place a few steps from them was not happening.  I knew I had to do something, but what? 

The prison industry was about to receive new recruits if I didn’t stop them.
Suddenly the stalemate shifted. The three lunged at the one. Two where flung by the one. One of the three landed on the ground and was stomped by the one. His female counterpart engaged one of the three in a struggle and was knocked to the ground.

What to do? Violence is the product of a primitive mentality. That mentality which sees a threat to its existence.  None of this group was a threat to me potential or otherwise. These were children to me. They could be my grandchildren.

I wonder “what would Daddy do?” I shout with passion “STOP IT!!! LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!” None of them visibly acknowledge me. I notice they all seem confused for a brief moment. The female counterpart once on the ground is now standing again. Her partner has a wound to the side of his head where he was apparently struck. The bottle swinger throws the bottle to the ground. The attackers group together. For a few seconds harsh, abusive language is exchanged. The two groups are separated.

Death and the prison industry will have to look elsewhere today.
My main concern at that moment? The “oath takers” are coming. They are coming and they are afraid. They are coming and they are afraid a domestic “enemy” is in their midst. They see power. It lacks direction. It is a potential threat to rid this planet of the insane, neurotic, form of thought known as so-called “white” so-called “supremacy.” The fear they have is an internal response to external stimuli. That response was triggered by their perception they have no future with such young lions around.

The two descend the escalator into the subway. The three disappear across the intersection of East Capitol, Central Avenue and Southern Avenue. Give them credit for being able to part ways alive, mostly intact and unhandcuffed. They are NOT in custody. Thank whoever for small victories.

The oath takers arrive. First one followed by an ambulance, then another. And another and another. Two merely pass through the bus stop.  Local gendarmes. Apparently only on the scene to lend support since the Metro is NOT “their” jurisdiction. One MTPD exits his vehicle behind his shield.  The ambulance which followed him into the location stops in the same place where the three attacked the one and his female counterpart. I notice a camera over the escalator. It was capable of capturing the entire scenario. None of the oath takers seem to notice the broken bottle as they step over the only evidence left of what transpired a few moments earlier.

Did the camera see what took place? Who was watching the events take place before I got there? Did their inaction encourage a tragedy? 
We are only in a position to ask questions in pursuit of a solution at the present.


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