How much more can my hometown take? How much more do the people we love have to suffer? How much? How much?? HOW MUCH!
Isn't it enough that tens of thousands of lives in Flint have been wrecked, destroyed by the greed of General Motors? ... Isn't it enough that Flint suffers the highest or near-highest per capita rates of murder, rape, and theft in the nation?
What else do the people of Flint have to go through while the rest of country mouths the propaganda of the evening news claiming "the economy is the best ever!"? The top 10 percent just get richer and richer and the next 30 percent of you keep the CNBC stock ticker on your screens all day and toss out all sections of the daily paper but the pages that tell you how well your portfolio did yesterday.
I thought there was nothing else left for Flint to go through. It seemed that, like Job, its people had endured every imaginable sorrow. I guess I was wrong.
I look up at the TV, and a helicopter is hovering over a school while the words "Buell Elementary" flash on the screen.
Buell? Buell! At the end of "The Big One," when I twisted Nike chairman Phil Knight's arm to match my $10,000 contribution to the kids of Flint--that $20,000 went to Buell Elementary.
Yesterday, a six-year-old boy brought a semiautomatic gun to that very school in Flint and killed a six-year-old girl in their first-grade classroom.
Six years old.
A little girl whose name was Kayla Rolland.
That's about the only thing the national media got right about the story. Twenty satellite trucks now ring the school, but with all that technology, they cannot find the way to bring you the truth. Of course, they have been spun and snookered by the local officials in Flint, who try to hide from the responsibility they share in Flint's destruction anytime a tragedy like this happens.
You have probably heard that this school shooting took place out in the "suburbs," in a place called "Mount Morris Township," "somewhere near Flint."
There is no such place.
Buell Elementary, where the shooting took place, is in the Flint Beecher school district, the poorest school district in Genesee County, Michigan, and perhaps the poorest in the entire state. Eighty-two percent of its children, according to the federal government, live below the "official" poverty level (meaning the number of kids in total poverty is even higher).
But folks, when you hear the word "township" used in the case of Beecher, those of us from Flint mean it in the way the word was used in South Africa. Buell Elementary, in the Flint Beecher school district, has a Flint address and a Flint phone number, but the black officials from Flint on the news yesterday tried to say that "this school really isn't in Flint"! It is amazing how deep oppression plants its roots when even black leaders find themselves in bed with General Motors and repeatedly deny that people of their own race have anything to do with them.
Poor, poor Flint. The media blowhards babble on about how "this is the youngest child to kill another child in a school shooting," and the few anchors who started to look at their own helicopter shots showing the school sitting in the middle of a bombed-out neighborhood commented that "this is actually the first of all these school shootings we've had lately that has taken place in an 'urban' school." Wow. Two records for Flint in one day.
When I was a senior in high school, the assistant principal of Beecher High--the first black man in the area to hold such a position--became despondent over his inability to quell the racial disturbances in the school, so one night he went home, wrote a heartfelt letter to the kids in the district, then put a gun in his mouth and blew his brains out. As my friend Jeff Gibbs, who went to Beecher, told me last night, it's sad that the only two times that Beecher receives the attention of the nation is because of a gun.
I heard from relatives that the family of the little boy who killed the girl had been evicted from their home just last week. . Homeless and fatherless (his dad is in jail, as 30 percent of all black men in America will be at some point in their lives), the boy was staying at his uncle's. In the house were guns, as there are in virtually every home in this devastated and desperate area. The gun that the boy found and took to school was not some "junk gun," the kind that Al Gore promises to get rid of. It was a gun with a brand name bought initially at a sporting goods store. (I wonder, were the bullets bought at K-Mart, as they were at Columbine?)