Objectivity, outrage and the traffic circle murder
“So, have you stopped to think about whether or not you’re being just a tad harsh?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, it just doesn’t seem like you’re being very objective on the website,” he said gingerly.
“Objective?” I nearly balked. “What do you want me to be objective about?”
“Dave Ross quoted you as saying the girls are responsible for that man’s death, do you really think that is fair?”
“Ummm, yeaaaah, I do.”
“Don’t you think they’re sorry?” he asked.
“Sure they are. Someone is dead. I would HOPE they are sorry for that.”
“And what about him, Brian Brown? Do you think he is a killer?”
“He is a killer. He punched someone and he died. He broke his nose and his jaw. The muscles were all torn up in his face. His skull was splattered all over the concrete.”
“But he didn’t mean to do it,” he insisted.
“Right. He meant to talk to him and somehow tripped and punched him in the face.”
“Okay, look, all I am saying is, I’m sure there are other factors that need to be taken into considerations.”
That’s the gist of a conversation I had with a friend of mine today.
I know what he was getting at, but I didn’t necessarily want to hear it. For lack of a less offensive term, he- and others- do not want to see a lynch mob go after Brian Brown, Ebonie Shephard or Patrina Hicks. He doesn’t want them to be cast as subhuman, beyond hope, the lowest of the low, the scum of the earth. I get that.
I do not think that by expressing my feelings, I am irrational, or casting anyone other than what they have shown themselves to be.
I do not think that anyone in this situation is beyond the possibility of personal change.
I understand that people made mistakes, and yes, I believe that again and again, in this situation, mistakes were made. Mistakes that cannot be undone.
There is no reprogramming of the game to get a second life.
And, as if it weren’t already made clear by previous posts, I am fed up with this kind of behavior. I am fed up with people underestimating what can happen when we’re reckless. I am fed up with senseless death and violence, and this provided an opportunity to express it, not just for me, but for many people. This provided an opportunity to draw attention to a huge problem that we have within ALL of our communities.
I am not sitting, high and mighty in “judgement” of others from my house on the hill. I love my people, I love our children. I want to be a supporting force, I want to be proud. I want to hear and see good things, and good news.
No, I do not think that I have all the answers. I don’t. If I had a magic wand we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. Yes, I’ve underlined personal accountability. But where people will not hold themselves accountable, that is where the rest of a community comes in; schools, churches, elders, counselors, store owners, librarians, and so on.
And we need to engage our youth. We need to get them in a room and hash this out. We need to call things to the carpet. We need to set up agreements with them, as families and communities. We need to know what they need from us and then we need to give them those things.
We need to find out what will get them off of the street corner, what will help them make better choices, so they don’t do things like resort to violence. We need to support their families and whatever may be going on at the home front; we need to weave an entirely new foundation, and help our children and our youth chart their direction in life, and help them stick to it. When we can do those things, we can begin to make change. But when? When is it going to happen? I don’t have the answer, but I know that we have the resources.
Do we have the desire? Do we have the will?
We’ve closed a chapter in this disaster; the suspect has given himself up. I cannot say enough how outstanding I think the Seattle Medium, Chris H. Bennett, and the NAACP handled this; I commend the suspect’s friends and family for helping him to do the right thing. I hope that he continues to do the right thing and take responsibility for what he has done. I hope that he can use his life, to serve as a model for other young Black men, and young people in general, because, his story does not have to end here. It can continue in many different ways…it just depends on what he decides to do with all of this.
Yes, I do still believe, based on the information available to date, that there are still arrests that need to be made. After all, Brian Brown would have never crossed paths with James Paroline if someone else had not compelled him to; that person needs to be held accountable.
My despair comes from the death.
My outrage comes from the circumstances, and the business left incomplete: who recruited Brian Brown?
So yes, I believe my objectivity is in tact. I am aware that Mr. Brown is probably very scared; I am certain he is aware of all of the news coverage and all of the opinions that have been put out there about him, about his friends, and about Black people in general.
I am sure the girls feel like they too are good people, and that people don’t see the good, and that that isn’t fair to them- they didn’t mean for a man to die.
Unfortunately, the reality doesn’t end there.
I always lecture on intention, because intention is often used as an excuse to not be held accountable for so many things. Usually I use these lessons in racially charged situations, when someone makes a racist mistake and then tries to pawn it off on the fact that it wasn’t their “intention” to make that gaffe.
Well the lesson is really the same. Usually I say this:
Let’s say that I am in a room, standing behind a closed door. You come open the door to come in and give me something. You do not know that I am behind the door, and you open it with such force that it hits me in the face, breaking my nose. Blood gushed down my lips and chin, splattering onto my expensive silk blouse and suede shoes.
I am crying in pain, and you are horrified by what has happened.
Did you intend to break my nose? Of course not. Is it broken? Yeah. Are you going to try and tell me that I don’t need to go to the doctor, or cry from pain, because you didn’t mean to do it, you only intended to bring me something? Not likely.
Hopefully you would say that you’re sorry, and get me some ice.
It’s the same situation here. You meant to hurt the man, but not kill him. But you did. You meant to go and get someone to help you, but instead they made it worse.
That is the reality we are faced with. We are not faced with the intended act, we’re faced with the act.
Intention is like potential; neither of them is in the present. If I am focused on intention, I am not focused on reality. If I am focused on a person’s potential, I am not necessarily focused on who they are in this moment.
The issue is complex, and I can see that. I spend hours at a time thinking and writing about it, answering emails and calls, responding to messages and comments.
I am also clear that we should not lose sight of the victim. His name is James “Jage” Paroline. He was a gentle man who loved the flowers in his yard (and it sounds like everyone else’s too!) and enjoyed tending to the traffic circle.
That man is no longer here. I’ll not have the change to see his smile or shake his hand. I am sorrowful, deeply sorrowful for his horrific, tragic death, and it is in his memory, not just in the adjacent issues, that I’ve covered this issue and the perils facing “the Beach”.
Peace-
Sable Verity













