N*gga Theory: Race, Language, Unequal Justice, and the Law
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America's criminal justice system is among the deadliest and most racist in the world and it disproportionately targets Black Americans, who are also disproportionately poor, hungry, houseless, jobless, sick, and poorly educated. By every metric of misery, this nation does not act like Black Lives Matter.
In order to break out of the trap of racialized mass incarceration and relentless racial oppression, we, as a society, need to rethink our basic assumptions about blame and punishment, words and symbols, social perceptions and judgments, morality, politics, and the power of the performing arts.
N*gga Theory interrogates conventional assumptions and frames a transformational new way of thinking about law, language, moral judgments, politics, and transgressive art—especially profane genres like gangsta rap—and exposes where racial bias lives in the administration of justice and everyday life.
Professor Jody Armour (Negrophobia and Reasonable Racism) calls for bold action: electing progressive prosecutors, defunding or dismantling the police, abolition of the prison industrial complex. But only after eradicating the anti-black bias buried in the hearts and minds of millions of Americans and baked into our legal system will we be able to say that Black Lives Matter in America.
Jody David Armour
Jody David Armour is the Roy P. Crocker Professor of Law at the University of Southern California. He has been a member of the faculty since 1995. Armour’s expertise ranges from personal injury claims to claims about the relationship between racial justice, criminal justice, and the rule of law. Armour studies the intersection of race and legal decision making as well as torts and tort reform movements.
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N*gga Theory - Jody David Armour
Note on the title:
This book is titled N*gga Theory because I do not want to encourage non-black people to say the word nigga
out loud, and because I recognize that some black folk also feel uncomfortable publicly uttering the troublesome epithet. I address these concerns within. Nevertheless, this book is really titled Nigga Theory, which is what I’ve called my brand of Critical Race Theory for years in law review articles, lectures, documentaries, and on social media.
—Jody Armour
Praise for N*gga Theory:
This book is revolutionary. Prof. Armour challenges us all to reject the vast systems of oppression and dehumanization that seek to sow—and capitalize on—fear and division among us. With compassion and rigor, Prof. Armour renders a new political, moral, legal, and philosophical framework for a more equitable world—one centered around our shared humanity, our shared vulnerability, and the dignity that we all deserve.
—Matt Ferner, Editor-in-Chief at The Appeal
In N*gga Theory, Jody Armour takes the most reviled word in the English language and uses it as performative art and a battle cry to unite African Americans divided by class because they share a vital common interest in eradicating the racism rooted deeply within the criminal justice system. Armour demonstrates—through lived experience, empirical data, and storytelling—that the historical and deeply racist view of black people as inherently more blameworthy, punishment-deserving, and disposable transcends class and implicates us all.
—Lara Bazelon, Professor of Law and Director of the Criminal Juvenile Justice Clinic and The Racial Justice Clinic
Jody Armour’s N*gga Theory is a powerful exploration of race, class, and justice, particularly criminal justice, in today’s America. Whether you agree or disagree with one or more of Armour’s approaches, this book will again and again make you stop and think. And thinking, deep thinking, in those areas is something all of us—citizens, policy makers, academics, stakeholders all—sorely need to consciously confront and then address the injustices and inequalities we all know are there.
—James F. McHugh, Former Associate Justice of the Massachusetts Appeals Court
N*gga Theory is a provocation, a poem, a lyric urging racial solidarity with every body caged in the American penal state, even or especially those classified as violent offenders.
Through riveting personal narrative and rigorous interdisciplinary research, Jody Armour gives us the transgressive penal theory necessary in this racially troubled era.
—Professor Aya Gruber, author of The Feminist War on Crime: The Unexpected Role of Women’s Liberation in Mass Incarceration
N*gga Theory is a masterpiece.
This book is a confirmation and a revelation. My copy is marked with underlines and exclamations, circles, and folded-down corners of pages. It confirms what anyone who has worked for and with a Black person caught in the American criminal legal system knows in our bones and in our hearts, but for which we have had no theory to explain. This entire system—from the police officers roaming our impoverished streets, looking for Black adults and children, to the ordered and crushing restrictions on the evidence that may be presented in the courtroom, to the words of the jury instructions a judge gives to the jury, to the bars of the actual cage—is one that is indeed rigged, its scales always weighted in favor of Black guilt.
The revelation in this book comes in what we could not see before: how all the pieces of this system, a system infused with white America’s individual and collective racism have been fitted together to create a class of criminals,
deserving of our condemnation. Professor Armour shows us a way forward and out. However, turning away from mass incarceration and extreme retribution will require much more of us, individually and collectively, than the cheap grace of current criminal justice re-form.
—Kate Chatfield, Senior Advisor for Legislation and Policy at The Justice Collaborative
Part memoir, part hard-core critique, its in-your-face title lets you in on what’s ahead in the radically progressive moral, legal, political and linguistic, scholarly takedown of our legal system, particularly criminal (in)justice.
Law professor Jody Armour, from a decidedly lofty academic chair, applies the charged title of his book to himself as well as to ‘otherized’ brothers in San Quentin, Attica, Angola, or death row anywhere. Demanding an alliance of Ivy League diplomas and messy rap sheets, solidarity between the ‘socialized’ and the ‘wicked,’ emphasizing the dichotomy created by not only conservatives, but also liberals and progressives regardless of race, this is not beach reading.
After three decades of judging, I’m ready to go back to law school and take Professor Armour’s classes.
—Justice Emily Jane Goodman, New York State Supreme Court (Ret.)
Jody Armour’s new book is a timely and forceful contribution to the criminal justice reform movement combining legal research and reasoning with critical race theory into a radical and urgent demand for reevaluating this country’s commitment to draconian punishment.
Armour makes a frontal assault on false moral equivalencies, mass incarceration, and calls into question virtually every aspect of the criminal justice system. Provocative prose and rigorous research, radical race theory and rethinking blame and punishment, this book is a must read for anyone interested in understanding and dismantling mass incarceration.
—Chesa Boudin, District Attorney of San Francisco
I applaud Jody’s heroism and bravery for illuminating the entrenched failures of the criminal justice system and its disproportionate impact on Black and Brown communities. His keen insight in this book unpacks the dreadful stain of mass incarceration on this country and helps show how this unfortunate reality has led to overcrowding, severe racial disparities, and the criminalization derived from a systemic lock them up and throw away the key
mentality. The painful lessons of failed public safety policies from the past 25 years are still evident in cities across this country through the decimation of poor and under-served communities.
Jody pushes prosecutors to accept that the time has come to repair the broken criminal justice system that has destroyed communities. Prosecutors can be a force for good, for reform, for dismantling this system of racial injustice and mass incarceration and help right the wrongs of the past to create a justice system that we all believe in.
Jody’s narrative reminds us all that when we invest in people—as mothers, daughters, husbands, brothers, and fathers—we can help them thrive and create safer and healthier communities for everyone.
—Marilyn J. Mosby, Baltimore City State’s Attorney
Prof. Armour has radically re-purposed The N-word
to describe a new theory of race, law and justice, and he uses unflinching language to reveal uncomfortable truths about racial bias in the justice system. He unpacks the moral judgments underpinning criminal law and procedure that serve to otherize
certain criminal defendants to their detriment, and he offers a new lens through which we should view justice reform.
As an advocate for both the most despised wrongdoers and socially marginalized victims, Jody Armour has articulated a critical race theory that is ultimately a call to uplift the human dignity of the individual.
In this challenging book, Professor Armour also calls upon prosecutors like me to be more than merely progressive.
Real change like he calls for in N*gga Theory will happen only when we all get a lot more uncomfortable with the true state of our legal and carceral systems.
—Dan Satterberg, King County Prosecuting Attorney
For too long we have justified and normalized the demonization and excessive punishment of those who commit crimes—rather than aiming to understand and address the struggle that led to this conduct—and in the process destroyed the lives of millions who are incarcerated, along with their families, loved ones, and communities. In this new book, Jody Armour dispels the notion that any person is unworthy of compassion by underscoring that often all that separates people from perceived evil or good is luck, unfortunate and dehumanizing labeling, and the circumstance of their birth.
He also appropriately points out the profound impact prosecutors historically have had in perpetuating the narrative that some people are irredeemable and the role a new generation of reform-minded prosecutors is playing in bringing about a dramatic shift in the justice system. This critical and timely work, and the important personal and professional experience Professor Armour brings to it, is invaluable as we look to build a new paradigm that recognizes the humanity of every individual, regardless of wrongdoing. It is this starting point that will promote a truly just system that heals people and communities.
—Miriam Aroni Krinsky, Founder and Executive Director of Fair and Just Prosecution
In its most moral moments, the Black Lives Matter movement called for a repudiation of respectability politics and challenged Black Americans throughout the country to reject sorting ourselves into Good Negroes
and Bad Negroes,
and to resist being seen as either worthy
or unworthy
of civil rights. N*gga Theory answers that call, in an explosive analysis of language and law.
Combining critical race theory, rap, legal scholarship, a wholly fresh theoretical approach, and his signature, poetic prose from Twitter, Jody Armour maps out a new form of solidarity—a solidarity which can both undo mass incarceration and grant our nation new frames for healing that aren’t predicated on a regressive moral framework.
Sparring with figures as diverse as Tommie Shelby, Bill Cosby, Emile Durkheim, Michelle Alexander, and Chris Rock, Armour parses major questions about race, worthiness, and criminality in American society.
His answer, time and again, is to Call me a Nigga
—to form a cross-class alliance from the academy to the prison. I can’t wait to teach this book to students.
—Dr. Steven W. Thrasher, Daniel H. Renberg Chair of Social Justice in Reporting and Assistant Professor of Journalism, Northwestern University
N*gga Theory demands moral consistency that has been lacking in popular and academic narratives of mass incarceration. Armour rejects absolute moral categories—violent vs. nonviolent, innocent vs. guilty—that have driven reform discussion. The book forces readers to confront a simple truth: ending mass incarceration is impossible without viewing people who have done bad and violent things as individuals worthy of freedom. To decarcerate, America needs a new theory, one that recognizes the racial goals of the criminal justice system, shapes language and law, and places individuals—not categories of offenders—at its center.
—Abraham Gutman, The Philadelphia Inquirer
Jody’s masterpiece should be a mandatory read for every police leader. The issue of race in society, and how race and labeling impact the criminal justice system need to be understood by those who oversee the men and women who police in today’s world. His views on mass incarceration and the need to take a deeper dive into how we look at sentencing and diversion are revolutionary and have certainly made me rethink my own stance on these complex societal issues.
—Chief (Ret.) Brendan Cox, Director of Policing Strategies at LEAD Bureau
Jody Armour’s wonderful new book, N*gga Theory, is a powerful call for solidarity with the most socially marginalized members of our society: violent African American criminals. His devastating critique rebukes the current orthodoxy of respectability politics, which separates the world into good
non-violent African Americans, and bad
violent ones. He shows how social hierarchies based on race produce structures of oppression characterized by violence. He identifies the ways in which sympathy drives our moral judgment of wrongdoers, and examines why people of all races find it so hard to empathize with the African Americans who are singled out for disproportionately harsh treatment by our criminal justice system, even as they sympathize with the police who shoot, beat, and taze them. He draws on examples taken from rap, literature, and life to provide profound yet instantly accessible insights into the complex structure of oppression, social marginalization, and the criminal law. One moment, the reader will be humming along as Professor Armour discusses a favorite song; the next, bowled over when he exposes the hidden racial impact of criminal law doctrine. Through it all, N*gga Theory explores and applies the transformative practice of radical empathy with the most demonized members of society to guide us out of the current morass of mass imprisonment and racial oppression, and forward into a more just society.
—Eric J. Miller, Professor of Law and Leo J. O’Brien Fellow at Loyola Law School, Los Angeles
This is a LARB Books publication
Published by The Los Angeles Review of Books
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© 2020 by Jody Armour
© 2020 Foreword by Larry Krasner
© 2020 Intoduction by Melina Abdullah
ISBN: 9781940660684
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019956993
N*gga
Theory
Race, Language, Unequal Justice,
and the Law
JODY ARMOUR
Foreword by Larry Krasner
Introduction by Melina Abdullah
Foreword
by Larry Krasner
When I heard that Kobe Bryant died in January, 2020, I immediately thought of USC Law Professor Jody Armour. A little-known fact about Professor Armour is that he held Lower Merion High School basketball records for more than a decade before Kobe broke them during his own high school years. That high school is public, affluent, and located in the suburbs of Philadelphia, where Kobe was born, spent part of his childhood, and is still a favorite son. Jody Armour’s enrollment in that high school, so far from where he was born and spent his younger years, was unexpected. Professor Armour’s years at Lower Merion High may seem like a small detail, but it’s a detail that matters in his challenging and successful life, like all details in a life we care to see.
It would be easy for Armour to trumpet the many achievements in his remarkable career as a critical legal theorist and law professor, easy for anyone to suggest his exceptionalism. Others claim their own superiority often—in writing, from the bench, in politics. They suggest their success was inevitable and certain, in their nature and deserved. They erase the true story of their mentors and their luck. Armour, though, tells the truth. He admits that his outcome was uncertain—no more certain than anyone else’s and no more deserved. In this book, intermingled with his theory, Armour gives us a few of his life’s details.
At its beginning and end, the book is an homage to Armour’s father, who jailhouse-lawyered his way out of a prison cell, past the dirty prosecutor who unjustly convicted him. His father’s other-ization
was at the hands of an unscrupulous prosecutor who lied to win a conviction rather than tell the truth and risk losing. As Professor Armour explains, his father overcame this other-ization
(a 22- to 55-year sentence in jail on charges of selling marijuana) by sitting on the floor of his cell banging away on a manual typewriter for years. This jailhouse lawyer, perhaps inadvertently, mentored his son, encouraging him to become a lawyer and law professor. The jailhouse writer used the written word to free himself, and his son wrote a book affirming the power of words to free other people.
Armour tells us a few details of his youth in Akron, Ohio. His family slid into poverty during his father’s incarceration; his city simultaneously collapsed economically as the tire industry disappeared; his talented friend suffered a downfall after being convicted of a crime in his youth (Armour himself just missed the same outcome); and he then had the unexpected good fortune to attend an excellent high school far from home, thanks to a government program.
He lets us see how within his beloved black community the politics of division do sweeping harm that no amount of success can shake. He uses the details of his family’s life, again, to explain the duality of civil rights achievement and harmful division, a duality that created the relatively privileged black neighborhood where he lives in LA. He explains his own and his children’s complex connection to the neighborhood, to policing, and to the city that is still defined by division, division by and within race.
These occasional details taken from his and other people’s lives bind together so many of the important themes of his theory, attaching them to the reader’s memory and simultaneously explaining the deep humility and compassion in Armour’s thinking. Armour rejects the divisive tactics of our current, racist, carceral criminal justice system. He rejects the other-ization
of anyone by anyone for any reason. No one gets a free pass to divide and scapegoat and over-incarcerate, not even radicals and progressives opining on powerful people who have committed crimes.
For me, as a criminal defense and civil rights attorney whose life’s work has been in criminal justice and who now tries to be fair as a progressive prosecutor, this book directly and indirectly illuminates so much of what needs reform in our criminal justice system. Armour’s father’s life was truly individual and unexpected, much like Armour’s has been, and much like yours has been and mine, and much like anyone else’s life we actually try to see.
And there, for me, is an essential point. We need to try to see individuals in order to do any kind of justice. The idea of a binary world of monsters and saints whose unchanging goodness or badness is evident from one or a few actions, from their poverty, or from their race, is false. Stereotypes and assumptions based on the idea of a static and unchanging criminality either in individuals or in groups are false. And we have codified these falsehoods into laws and procedures that deliberately refuse to see individuals’ lives, and especially refuse to see details that are unexpected. Our broken criminal justice system has rejected individual justice and the discretion it requires, and instead insists on robotic and inflexible mandatory sentencing, sentencing guidelines, death sentences, life without possibility of parole, the actual or de facto elimination of sentence modifications, pardons, commutations, expungement, and record sealing.
Real change in the broken criminal justice system we have built requires real change in its foundation, which requires us to care enough to see people’s lives within our own community and within all communities, and requires us to operate under a new theory, one that allows us to reject division and reject turning our brothers and sisters into the other.
With much greater theoretical nuance and sophistication than this foreword can provide, this hopeful and aspirational book reminds us to see individuals and their lives, including the details, however unexpected.
Introduction
by Melina Abdullah
I was born in East Oakland … a city defined by the kind of lumpen radicalism that gave birth to the Black Panther Party, neighborhoods teeming with Texas- and Louisiana-born grandparents on front porches, teenagers on corners, dirty-faced kids hopping backyard fences to steal neighbors’ plums. Every Friday night, my Beaumont-born-elementary-school-teacher-community-other-mother-brilliant-single-mama would load my brother and me into her faded Volvo station wagon to head to Flint’s Barbeque on San Pablo Ave., one of the most formidable ho-strolls
on the planet. In the 1970s, ladies of the night
dressed in shiny magenta pants, tube tops, rhinestone-studded heels, and extra-long painted nails, with matching lip-gloss … the epitome of glamour. My face pressed against the car glass, I longed to be like them. Beautiful and free. Through the cracked window, I heard the accompanying sounds: loud-talking, cussing, and laughter. The n-word
abounded—dripping from the lips of men dressed in flashy suits, snakeskin shoes, and matching hats … an extended aaahhhhh
at the end, n**** danced to the rhythm of the pounding bass that poured out the open doors of double-parked Cadillacs. A piece of those Friday night rituals lived throughout the week, following us back to our homes and schools. N**** was a forbidden claiming of space and each other. It was familial and community. Parents would add Lil
to the front of it when they were disciplining their children. As adolescents, we did what children do … turned it into a rhyme … Honey Boom! Chedda Cheese … N**** Please!
But there was also a heaviness to it. My mom never used the word, and somehow I knew I was never to use it in front of her.
By the time I was in ninth grade the world changed for me. East Oakland was under siege. The crack cocaine that flooded our communities turned our schools into battlefields. My mother made the decision to use her godmother’s sister, Granddear’s, address to get me into Berkeley High School. Each morning, I would wake up at 5 a.m and take the public bus more than an hour to hippie-town, where I met Mr. Richard Navies—a man to whom I owe my life. Berkeley High was the only public school in the nation with a Black Studies Department and Mr. Navies was the larger-than-life figure who served as its chair. Ninth graders were immediately reprogrammed to love who we were as Black people, to understand Black culture and history as something worthy of study, and to replace the n-word
with Brother
and Sister.
You see, the n-word
was not some reclamation of Black community; it was part of a process of dehumanization required by chattel slavery. We weren’t human beings; we were n*****. I have not used the word since walking into Mr. Navies’ class. I was 13 years old.
Jody Armour has been a good friend, a colleague, and a comrade for almost 20 years. Still, it has been challenging for me to even follow his Twitter handle, which bears the name of this book @N****Theory. When he invited me to write the foreword, his brilliance, commitment, and deep love for our people took precedent over my own discomfort with the word. His work has challenged me to be deeply introspective, to grapple with my identity, my beliefs, and my outward praxis. It has forced me to question and to grow.
This volume is not about the word, but about the imposed dichotomy between Black people
and n*****s.
It is about the strategic and ethical decision to align with n****s, especially when we have the option to be seen as good Negroes.
On February 26, 2012, 17-year-old Trayvon Martin was murdered by aspiring white supremacist George Zimmerman. Zimmerman was arrested only after a massive public outcry and deep community organizing among Black Floridians and across the nation. Trayvon was not the first Black boy to be murdered by a vigilante who was protected by the state. In the years leading up, social media and video recordings had raised awareness and sparked outrage in Black communities. In writing about Oscar Grant, journalist Thandisizwe Chimurenga called these state-sanctioned killings double murders
: the theft of the body and the assassination of the character. I would actually make it a triple murder,
adding the killing of the entire community’s standing. As media elicited sympathy for George Zimmerman, the white-passing child killer, Trayvon was somehow transformed from a fun-loving high-schooler into a vicious-truant-gold-tooth-wearing-weed-smoking thug. Trayvon was cast as a n****, sub-human, property. As Trayvon’s parents and community were fighting to bring some semblance of justice in the actual killing of Trayvon’s body, they simultaneously had to defend his character. Online campaigns of celebrities wearing hoodies and people with Trayvon’s favorite snacks—Skittles and Arizona Iced Tea—were meant to reclaim Trayvon’s innocence. As it became apparent that the justice
system had no intention of providing justice for Trayvon, the reclamation of his character became paramount. There was a community struggle for Trayvon to be seen as a child, a good person, not a n**** … and for the Black community at large to also be seen through a humanizing lens. This struggle for the humanity of our children following the theft of their bodies by police and white supremacists repeated itself with each state-sanctioned murder. Each was heartbreaking.
At the two-year memorial for #AndrewJosephIII in Tampa in 2016, Deanna Hardy-Joseph, the 14-year-old’s mother (who is also my cousin), recounted how Andrew was perfectly-mannered, a scholar-athlete, never in trouble, a joy. The Josephs were Huxtable-level perfect; the parents, Andrew (the elder) and Deanna, had been high school sweethearts, were college-educated, professionals, lived in a gated community, invested in charity work, and had two smart, charismatic, beautiful children—Andrew and Deja. They survived intact despite being ravaged by Hurricane Katrina and having to resettle from New Orleans to Tampa. It was outrageous that 14-year-old Andrew—a kind boy, who was simply trying to help his friend who was being harassed by police at Student Day
at the County Fair—would be targeted, detained, strip-searched, labeled a gangster, removed from the fair, dumped on the side of the freeway (along with five others … of 99 total ejected
that night … all of them Black boys), and marked for death by police. As Deanna’s shiny round face, perfectly-shaped mouth, motherly softness, with hauntingly sad eyes, tells the story to the crowd circled-up outside the fairgrounds, we are all outraged that they could treat her son like less than a dog. Our chests fill with rage and pain. There is stillness in the circle. Then #CaryBall’s mother steps forward. She had come to support Deanna from St. Louis, where Cary had been an honor roll student, with a 3.86 GPA, high ambitions, promise … .stolen by the gun of a police officer who didn’t see who he was; they saw him as a thug, a n*****. Mike Brown, Sr. then moves in. He spoke of how his son #MikeBrown planned to become an aircraft mechanic, of how he loved his grandmother, of his warmth, of who he was as an 18-year-old young man and how Ferguson police portrayed him as an animal, a brute.
As we stood in that circle, the warmth of the Florida sun baking in the tears that flowed freely, I thought about my own three children. None of them had a 3.86 GPA. My middle daughter was a free spirit
who could often be found under her desk at school, carried slime in her pocket, spoke out of turn in class, found humor in everything, and laughed loudly, defiantly, in a manner that filled entire campuses, and frustrated teachers, administrators, school police…and her mother to no end. My oldest is a born revolutionary, who regularly challenged authority, and organized others to do the same, especially in the face of white power-holders and good Negroes
who propped up racist institutions. I couldn’t say of them what these parents were saying of Andrew, Cary, and Mike, but weren’t they worth their lives, too?
Why must our children be perfect to live? Why do they have to pull up their pants, or get good grades, or be respectful, and have ambitions, to live? Why can’t they be children who hop fences, cuss when they’re out of their parents’ earshot, smoke a little weed, hate math, have dangerous-joyful lives, make mistakes, and recover from them? What if Yuvette shoplifted at Home Depot? What if Ezell jaywalked? What if Mike stole cigars? What if Redel robbed the pharmacy? Or if Devin went for a joyride in his dad’s girlfriend’s car? What if Jesse were tagging? What if Wakiesha cussed out the prison guard? What if Kisha and Marquintan were high in the car? What if Richard spent his childhood in Youth Authority? Or if Carnell had a gun in his waistband? What if AJ were in a gang? I’m not saying that any of these things are true, but what if? If the folks on whose behalf we struggle weren’t perfect, if they were n*****, are they not worth their lives?
White-supremacist-patriarchal-heteronormative-capitalism socializes us to aspire to good Negro
status. It convinces little Black girls from East Oakland to graduate from Howard—summa cum laude and Phi Beta Kappa, to pledge the oldest Black sorority, to earn PhDs, to be in the right
rooms … with other good Negroes,
to learn to taste wine, to only laugh intentionally, to favor jazz over hip-hop, to submit to a political and social grooming process that sets us up for firsts,
titles, and the illusion of power. It convinces us to revel in exceptionalism, that there is a such thing as individual advancement, and that those who are denied pats on the head by benevolent elites are somehow inferior. We are told that to buy in is not the same as selling out, that we can be a credit to our race
without being of the people. Good Negroes
are not n****s. We are trained to have disdain for them, to despise them, to deny the n**** within our own selves, to redeem ourselves from it, to kill it. But our position as good Negroes
is tenuous. It’s bestowed by a power structure that preys upon us, but requires us few to veil its existence.
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Killed just two days after #MikeBrown in Ferguson, #EzellFord became the touchpoint for Black Lives Matter organizing in Los Angeles. The 25-year-old, intellectually-disabled Ezell was well-known and beloved in his neighborhood, 65th and Broadway, a space where young Black men were especially targeted by police. LAPD officers Antonio Villegas and Sharlton Wampler were harassing Ezell on August 11, 2014. They escalated, got him face down in the street, and shot him point-blank in the back. The official autopsy showed a muzzle imprint burned into Ezell’s skin, likely the fatal shot. The neighborhood and Ezell’s family were retaliated against for speaking out; police berated his family, ran up in their house, and arrested one of Ezell’s most outspoken cousins on an unrelated
charge. Community outrage sparked Occupy LAPD, an 18-day, 24-hour encampment in front of LAPD headquarters that ran from December 2014 to January 2015. LAPD Chief Charlie Beck justified police actions. As the Civilian Police Commission prepared to rule on whether or not Ezell’s murder was in-policy, we knew it was important to pressure the mayor, who appointed the commissioners.
On Sunday, June 7, 2015, two days before the scheduled ruling, about a dozen of us, dressed in white, prayed together and sang spirituals as we filed down Irving Ave., gathering in front of the wrought iron and brick fencing that encircled the mayor’s mansion. I had been to the mansion before, gathered in its lush gardens, eating decadent hors d’oeuvres, blending in with women of means decked out in flowery dresses and floppy hats. I knew Eric Garcetti. We shared mutual friends. He’d given me his personal phone number just months before. I was being considered for commission appointments and had been contracted by the city as a researcher. I was on most good Negro
lists, and the Black elite often saw me as next up in the line of Black political succession.
It was still dawn when we knelt at the front gate and poured libation in Ezell’s name. As the sun rose higher in the sky, we took to social media, pledging to occupy, challenging the mayor to come out, and finally catching him trying to leave out the back door the next morning. We blocked his blacked-out SUV with our bodies. As I approached his open window, I could feel my fledgling good-Negro status slip away.
I’ve been arrested six times as a part of movement work (after a few times as a juvenile … for less noble reasons). I have been threatened with trumped-up charges that could have gotten me some serious time. I’ve been threatened, surveilled, intimidated, and physically roughed-up by police. I’ve