It is never really one place or one time that I think about how lucky I am to be alive…How lucky we all are.
My mother always taught me that life is a gift, something that we should respect. Since childhood, the Easter holiday has been special to me.
Mother and I would always buy jelly beans and Paas Easter Kits. Off to Marshall Fields department store we would go to purchase a nice outfit for myself, complete with a flowerful purse, lace gloves and a bonnet.
Would the cruel Chicago weather subside to allow the use of these holy garments? Ah! It did not matter. Even if it were 45 degrees, young Afrocity would dress to the hilt on Easter, patent leather white Mary Jane shoes and all – freezing her cottontail off.
“You just had to wear that outfit didn’t you? Look at how foolish you look in those lace bobby socks shaking like a leaf.”
Who cared if my body temperature was that of an icicle! I was stylin’ and honoring the day that Christ rose from the dead. Jesus wanted me to look my best. Later on Easter night, we would watch The Ten Commandments. My favorite part was God’s powerful voice:
“THOU SHALT NOT KILL.”
Spiritual salvage is all about reusing lessons of the past but today, I am a far cry from that little Easter girl. There is no clove scented ham baking in the oven or failed attempts at blowing eggs to make Ukrainian style decorations (that was a passing childhood obsession that drove my mother crazy). Instead just me and my boxes in my new apartment. Tired and sore from lifting. Not a chocolate bunny in sight, only empty pizza boxes and bubble wrap.
I have never missed my mother more than today.
Unlike Jesus, she is not coming back from the dead. This was made more evident when I opened the box containing her ashes. Moved from one apartment to another just like my china. With a deep sigh, I placed the box in a credenza cabinet. The only thing that would be resurrected was my yearning for the past. When life was simpler. When I could recognize my country.
During my unpacking frenzy, I was able to sneak in an internet break or two and catch the daily happenings. One unfortunate event in Chicago caught my eye, it seems my fair city is getting some much needed practice in before Obamacare goes into full effect. This year, the Chicago weather ignored the trend of freezing off the cute Easter bonnets.
Once April hit, the Windy City was boasting temperatures that climbed into the low 80′s…and a murder rate that climbed into the 40′s in just two days. While warm weather devotees rejoice over the Easter holiday and peel off the winter clothing, Chicago’s youth are hatching out of hibernation with knives and guns.
From the Chicago Sun Times:
Brazen shooting just blocks from top cop
Weis was speaking about recent crime wave in which 41 were shot
April 3, 2010
BY ART GOLAB
After 26 hours of violence that left 41 people shot and four dead, Police Supt. Jody Weis called a press conference Friday afternoon in the Englewood neighborhood — the site of three of the shootings.
But just as the press event ended, Weis had to cut short an interview because of a report of shots fired just blocks away.
It turned out a 25-year-old man was shot at 69th and Paulina and taken to the hospital in critical condition.
Weis had just announced a series of police responses to the warm-weather crime wave, including a crackdown on what he called “large gatherings, illegal parties and large house parties.”
It was a house party that got out of control that led to three separate shootings and one death in the Englewood neighborhood, Weis said.
Weis said problem parties often occur in vacant or abandoned buildings, and he appealed to the public to alert police to such happenings.
“These unauthorized parties often involve underage drinking, little or no security and are held in unlicensed locations,” Weis said. “They are simply not equipped to handle large crowds. They are a disaster waiting to happen.”
Police will also step up enforcement of curfew violations, increase foot and tactical unit patrols in targeted areas and focus on bars and other “problem establishments” that generate more than their share of 911 calls.
“These places are madhouses of criminal activity and tie down precious resources which could be deployed fighting crime,” Weis said.
The 41 people shot between the end of Wednesday and 2 a.m. Friday included four people who were wounded outside the Magnolia nightclub near 122nd and Halsted, Weis said.
Other shooting sites included Bronzeville, Grand Crossing and South Shore. During one especially violent stretch, 16 people were shot in a little more than two hours.
Among those was a woman who said she was shot in the arm in Millennium Park about 12:30 a.m., but did not report it until she was treated in a Melrose Park hospital. Police have questioned where the shooting happened.
Weis noted that the second Englewood shooting occurred despite the immediate presence of three dozen heavily armed and uniformed police officers.
“It shows the complete brazen lack of respect for authority.” Weis said. “The question that I have to ask is, what would they do when we’re not here?”
Ahem, excuse me Officer Weis who uttered “…It shows the complete brazen lack of respect for authority.” Don’t you think that is an understatement? The Chicago Police Department have gotten into the bad habit of thinking they are holding the remote control for Chicago’s violence. When you find black on black crime- and this is what it is. I am not about to parse this as a Chicago wide problem. It is about African Americans and Latinos killing each other while Louis Farrakhan is worried about some conservative nut job killing President Obama.
The Tea Partiers are not the problem in America. Obamacare will never put a Band Aid on what is going on in Chicago.
Louis Farrakhan, Barack Obama, William Ayers, Father Pfleger, Valorie Jarret are all opportunistic parasites on Chicago’s African American community. These are not community leaders. Chicago murders and youth violence is plentiful in supply, more abundantly so since Obama’s election. The hot trend at the moment lies not in the weather but in a surprisingly brazen lack of respect for LIFE in the black community. A surprisingly brazen lack of hope after the chosen one resurrected “black pride” from the dead.
Rather than enjoying the Easter weekend outside in the 70 degree weather, I stayed in and unpacked. A little spider crawled on the widow sill as I opened a box of knick knacks. Annoyed, I began to swat him with an old Vogue magazine then I remembered God’s loud voice.
“THOU SHALT NOT KILL”
Stopped dead in the rolled up magazine’s tracks, I calmly searched through boxes for my Dust Buster. In the spider went, vacuumed and alive. It was good for the little creature to be outside I thought as I emptied the filter and he crawled onto my patio.
“Use your imagination, ” the black kids were told. “Now even YOU can be President of the United States.”
Sure they can ..If they can only hope to have a much of a fighting chance for life as a spider.
Autographed Letter Signed,