Eric Garner should not be dead. He shouldn’t even be arrested, in custody, or have had anything to do with the NYPD. Much has been made of his murder, clearly depicted on a video with a clearly audible soundtrack, at the hands of half a dozen NYC police officers, but not as much has been made of why the police surrounded him in the first place. Garner didn’t have a gun or a knife. He wasn’t fleeing after robbing a liquor store or grabbing an old lady’s purse. He wasn’t suspected of spousal abuse or pedophilia or drugging and raping a series of women (if you have enough money and fame, you can always get a pass from the police, even if you’re black). So why did police approach Garner in the first place? Why was he considered a danger to the public safety? Let’s let Eric Garner tell us himself. Here are his last words on earth, from the video: “Get away [garbled] … for what? Every time you see me, you want to mess with me. I’m tired of it. It stops today. Why would you…? Everyone standing here will tell you I didn’t do nothing. I did not sell nothing. Because every time you see me, you want to harass me. You want to stop me (garbled) Selling cigarettes. I’m minding my business, officer, I’m minding my business. Please just leave me alone. I told you the last time, please just leave me alone. please please, don’t touch me. Do not touch me. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.”
Eric Garner’s capital offense was selling loose cigarettes on a sidewalk near the Staten Island Ferry terminal. That and being a large black man. Garner is not the exception. He’s the rule. Police routinely harass people of color. It’s been documented a thousand different ways. Before it was recently discontinued, the NYPD had a “stop and frisk” policy. They were allowed to stop anyone on the street and demand that they submit to a body search, even if that person was not a suspect in any crime. The police had complete arbitrary authority to choose their victims based on any criteria they deemed appropriate…and you can bet your 401K and your house in the Hamptons that the main criteria were black, hispanic, and poor…not necessarily in that order. It exceeds any standard of credulity that Garner was doing anything that should have attracted police attention. They simply rousted him because he was black and imposing and because they could, and then when he challenged their authority, they reacted exactly like the schoolyard bullies most of them are…they showed Eric Garner who was boss, and now he’s dead.
That racism is alive and well in America and that it has a secure home in police departments from Portland, Maine to Portland, Oregon, is now beyond question. Michael Brown and Eric Garner and Tamir Rice bear silent witness to that ugly truth. But it’s not just jackbooted stormtroopers masquerading as peace officers who are to blame. Think of those grand juries in Missouri and New York. Those were just a dozen citizens whose identities we’ll never know, who decided that the lives of Garner and Brown didn’t mean as much as maintaining the yoke of police power. There is little question that the prosecutors in both cases got exactly what they wanted, which was a “no bill” against the killer cops, but that result still depended on the complicity of the jurors. Irrespective of what evidence was presented or how it was portrayed, especially in the Garner case, it is completely beyond comprehension how a dozen “regular” people could watch the tape of an unarmed and unthreatening man being put in a choke hold, swarmed by half a dozen police, dragged to the ground, and killed as he was begging for his life…and come to the conclusion that absolutely no crime whatsoever had been committed (except of course for the guy who videoed the cops at work, who was arrested and indicted).
It’s not just those grand jurors who bear a portion of the blame. In the sense that if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem, we all bear some blame in what is becoming a national travesty of justice. St. Louis prosecutor Robert McCullough, known for protecting bad cops throughout his career, is an elected official…the voters of St. Louis county chose him, and the same can be said of the prosecutor in NYC. In recent years, the Supreme Court has made decision after decision favoring police powers over individual liberty. If it was up to this Supreme Court instead of the Warren Court, it’s unlikely that the Miranda warnings ever would have been mandated. You do NOT have the right to remain silent (and we have the right to beat a confession out of you if we know you’re guilty…) We, as a people, elect the officials who make it possible for our own rights and liberties to be subjugated, abrogated, and ignored on a daily basis. Every time someone pees in a container before a witness in order to keep his or her job, it’s another admission that we don’t take our own Constitution very seriously. Every time the NSA reads our email or records our phone conversation or uses facial recognition to identify us on a public street, we’re telling the state, “Go ahead and be a police state. I’d rather be a little safer than a lot more free.” Beyond that, every time we elect another official who stands four square against things like the minimum wage, affordable health care, and equitable taxes, we’re supporting the unconscionable wealth gap in our society, a society where the top one per cent hold over fifty percent of the wealth and the bottom fifty percent live every day from hand to mouth.
It’s that situation, even more than the plague of racism, that is the engine driving the police state. People are getting angry. The last time this sort of egregious wealth gap was the norm, it was in France during the reign of Louis XV, and the next thing you saw was a lot of aristocratic heads rolling at the foot of the Bastille. So when you see buildings aflame in Ferguson and freeways blocked in New York, and the streets filled with protesters who are, for the moment, peaceful, in a dozen other cities, you know there’s a lot of anger simmering. I, for one, wonder what will be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
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