“If on one night every year, you could commit any crime without facing consequences, what would you do?
In The Purge, a speculative thriller that follows one family over the course of a single night, four people will be tested to see how far they will go to protect themselves when the vicious outside world breaks into their home. In an America wracked by crime and overcrowded prisons, the government has sanctioned an annual 12-hour period in which any and all criminal activity-including murder-becomes legal. The Police can’t be called. Hospitals suspend help. It’s one night when the citizenry regulates itself without thought of punishment. On this night plagued by violence and an epidemic of crime, one family wrestles with the decision of who they will become. When an intruder breaks into a gated community during the yearly lockdown, a sequence of events begin that threatens to tear the community apart. Now, it is up to them
to make it through the night without turning into the monsters from whom they hide.”
Much like The Purge in this fictitious film, the killing of innocent Blacks by the Police is:
“An American Tradition”
sanctioned by our forefathers the moment they decided that black bodies were chattel that could be used for monetary gain. In memory of this tradition white cops whose grandfathers grandfathers lynched negroes find themselves purging in black and brown communities. In the movie, purging was suppose to decrease crimes, but soon they found that the rich used the purge as a ploy to eradicate the poor. As the cops purge it seems to be fueling a hunger for black blood and bodies that can’t be satiated by one kill, and the thirst has a domino effect all across the country.
Did we miss a memo? “If you do not comply we will shoot on sight.” Is this marshall law?
When I write I always have a hard time sifting through the information. So I decide to leave out the unimportant details like wether the victim was innocent or not. Whether there was a physical struggle or not because I really don’t care if the victim pissed on the cops shoe or spit in his face. Like I don’t care if she was wearing a short dress and you thought that was an invitation to force yourself into her body, rape is rape. I’m not about to let you pour potpourri on murder. We are murdered even when we comply. Even when our arms are up. Even when we have been detained. Even when we are children. Even when we are women.
Especially when we are colored.
Ask Jocorey Calhoun.
Ask Mike Brown.
Ask Marlene Pinnock.
Even as I am writing this, there are names being added to the list. Cities are on fire, and mothers wonder if they should let their teenage sons hang with their boys tonight. It’s not trendy to compare the police brutality of today to the tyranny of the Jim Crow south, yet it’s 2014 and they still castrate black men.
Ask Darrin Manning.
Back then they would cut black male genitals and keep them as souvenirs. And wether black boys hang from trees or are left to bleed out on the streets, don’t be confused about the position we are in.
Black lives are of no value to them unless we are in prisons, making bullshit rap music or on basket ball teams.
Black lives are just as important as Palestinian lives or the lives of any other people. When are we gonna be honest that there is a civil war between the black community and Amerikkkan police? Guess you gotta pass the paper bag test to get national attention? Got people confused cause the US is the “new world” with “3rd world country” behaviour.
We are at war and our children are the most expensive casualties.
You see the problem, but what are the solutions?
Do we march/ protest? Take up arms? Create new policies to police the police? Flood the streets and the web with our demands?
Whatever we do, we must do it in solidarity, this doesn’t mean we will always agree, or that our methods will be the same. If you paid attention to the movements of Marcus Garvey, Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X and The Black Panther Party you know they have eloquent ways of tearing us apart and posing us against one another. We have to be focused, resilient and move with loving intention and humanity. Hatred can not be the driving force of our action or
we may turn into the monsters from whom we hide.
Tiara Phalon is an educator, writer & thespian from Oakland, Cali. Beyond that she is an advocate for her people who believes her voice is her most powerful weapon, asset & gift.