A 2007 special report released by the Bureau of Justice Statistics, reveals that approximately 8,000 — and, in certain years, as many as 9,000 African Americans are murdered annually in the United States. This chilling figure is accompanied by another equally sobering fact, that 93% of these murders are in fact perpetrated by other blacks. The analysis, supported by FBI records, finds that in 2005 alone, for example, African Americans accounted for 49% of all homicide victims in the US — again, almost exclusively at the hands of other African Americans.
I’m not one to quote my own lyrics but one of my lines from “what fresh hell is this?” (Our Deepest Apathy – available on cd baby) goes “jutting bloody fingers searching out the ones to blame” which is the take-away from this maddening sideshow. When black-on-black crime keeps a ready supply of thousands of young souls drifting up to the ether every year, we choose to focus on this utter silliness.
If anything proves that we as a society regard the lives of black people as less valuable, it’s the fact that no one flinches until people who are not black take part in the downward spiral. Let them fuck each other up all they want. But when someone else takes part we become self-righteous moral crusaders. It’s almost a reflex at this point.