Right now, in our inner cities the cure for cancer might be found in the confused mind of a crack head. The “would be” Mayor of the city in which you reside, could possibly be out in the streets planning the drive-by shooting of a rival gang member, right now. A young lady who God has foreordained to give birth to the next Malcolm X, Marcus Garvey, Martin Luther King, Jr., Benjamin E. Mays, Jeremiah A. Wright, Jr., H. Beecher Hicks, Jr., Bill Cosby, Charles G. Adams, Oliver Phillips, Major Jemison or C.L. Franklin, will not be born because the man that is supposed to father her child will be killed in his early years by someone who had too much to drink. Within the concrete jungles of our inner cities, Black men are killing other Black men over street corners that don’t belong to either of them. Within the inner cities of this place we call “the home of the free,” our Black men are being arrested and detained for just being Black and living in America.
In the city, with all its finery, people are living beneath the poverty rate. In the city, with all the bright lights, people are living in utter darkness, not knowing who they are and whose they are.
In the city, many privileged people drive their cars to their beautiful corporate offices while turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to unfortunate children, who are forced to attend decrepit schools and walk through metal detectors, like common criminals. In the city, while the rich have safe places to park their cars, while shopping, too many little Black boys and little Black girls don’t have a safe place to play children’s games. In the city, the parks that once nurtured the physical development of lively Black children are now being used for the peddling of drugs and the promotion of prostitution. In the city, groups of investors are eradicating neighborhoods by the droves and converting apartment buildings into condominiums for the expressed purpose of moving Black people out and White people in. In the city, there are young ladies losing their virginity, in the dark and nasty alleys in many of our communities because they have lost their sense of direction and purpose.