Things You Never Say in The Inner Cities
Notice how the inner city is shoved almost out of sight.
I am not a racist. I didn’t raise my daughter to be a racist. Fact is, I get very edgy and tense when I am forced to be in the company of a racist. Yes, I am aware how “holier-than-thou,” this sounds, but there is no nice way to say it.
Racism is wrong no matter what color, race, or ethnic background you came from. Racism is a silent serpent with fangs that bite softly and undetected by the victim, but in a short time, the one victim of this silent serpent can infect an entire family, neighborhood, and before long an entire city.
And the appetite of this unseen serpent is never satisfied. It’s always looking for more innocence to devour.
Typical inner city apartment building
Selling drugs in inner cities is a daily event
A sensitive subject: Inner cities
This topic of this piece is not just about racism or racists, but they play a part in it. A big part. This segment is about our inner cities of America. Not a sweet, neat and tidy subject with the ends tucked-in all neat and pretty.
The term, inner city, is just a polite way of saying ghetto, that was used in the 1970’s. Ghetto was the creation of a handful of racists who were so ignorant of the problems of the innocent people who inhabit this awful place that they took pleasure in teaching their children to “get a good education so you will not end up in the ghetto,” as if Satan himself lived on the bottom floor.
Numerous famous politicians, celebrities and religious organizations have tried and failed to clean-up our inner cities simply because as soon as the “real” work started, people who spoke of “making a difference,” ran like scared mice on a linoleum floor when the light is turned on.
Rev(s). Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, the late Dr. Martin Luther King, Robert Kennedy, and former mayor of Chicago, Ms. Jayne Byrne, all shared the same unsure vision: Bringing needed-awareness to a sickening problem that is festering right under our nice noses. They tried. I give them all a lot of credit. Their efforts were all seen on CNN, CBS and NBC, but the inner cities are still here.
Dear God, please tell me that "this" is not our future
Inner City defined
The inner city is the central area of a major city or metropolis and may also refer to the Urban Land Use Model. In the United States, the term is often a euphemism applied to the lower-income residential districts in the city centre and nearby areas. In the United States, the term has the additional connotation of impoverished black and/or Hispanic neighborhoods.
Sociologists in these countries sometimes turn this euphemism into a formal designation, applying the term inner city to such residential areas rather than to geographically more central commercial districts citation needed.
However, some inner city areas of American cities have undergone gentrification especially since the 1990s.
The peculiar American sociological usage is rooted in the middle 20th century. When automobiles became affordable in the United States and forced busing ensued, many middle and high-income residents, who were mostly white, moved to suburbs to have larger lots and houses, and a lower crime rate. The loss of population and affluent taxpayers caused many inner city communities to fall into urban decay. Late in the century, many such areas underwent gentrification, especially in the Northeast and West coast, depriving them of the "inner city" label despite their unchanged location.
Regardless of their degree of prosperity, city areas that are literally more central tend to have higher population densities than outer suburbs, with more of the population living inside multi-floored townhouses and apartment buildings.
Kids with nothing to do
Students go to school tired from being awake all night by gunfire, police sirens and people screaming for help
What's it like to live in the inner city?
The living conditions are, needless to say, deplorable, not a healthy or safe place for children, much less adults. And you can throw “dangerous,” into the descriptions that define the inner city. Gangs who thrive on making money from selling drugs to any age at any time and will defend their turf with guns if threatened by other gangs and even the police. How would we “nice” people thrive in such a place? We wouldn’t. Fact is, the residents who are forced to live in these “fly traps,” aren’t living a good life either when all of their money from working, if they are so fortunate for someone to hire them, goes for rent and what few groceries their check will buy.
What about the children’s doctor visits? Well, they will have to learn how to wait and grow tough. That is the unspoken rule of survival in some inner cities. It’s not a sad thing. It’s far more nauseating than sad—when you drive by and see young people as well as adults “just” sitting on their front steps with nowhere to go and nothing to do except watching their “television of life,” where they watch people like “us,” with cars, jobs, and clothes pass by with sympathetic looks on our faces. And that’s all the inner-city residents will ever get from us.
Honestly, I tried to talk myself out of writing this due to my subject being a topic of misunderstanding and confusion. It’s always that way when someone wants to do “something” to get someone (with power) do something about a problem that has been so easily ignored by most of us and still, we profess Christianity which does include compassionate attitudes and being willing to suffer persecution from uneducated racists who do not want to change their hearts.
This problem: inner cities, is not just one ethic group’s problem. It’s our problem. All of us together agreeing on one thing or several things to do to help rid America of this very visible disease, for lack of a better phrase. We could vote in and vote out those who love to make such problem areas as inner cities into a political quagmire and with all of the baskets of red tape they wrap around the problem, it will just “look” hopeful in receiving help, but after awhile the pretty wrapping paper will tear away leaving only the red tape intact.
This piece alone will not solve the problem of inner cities and the people who have no other choice but to live there. Marches with big, bold signs won’t solve the problem and us “just” talking about and doing nothing will not solve the problem, but voting will. If we can vote for the right man or woman, who will not back-down from a few wealthy Congressmen or Senators when it comes time to introduce legislation that might do some good for the residents of these “palaces of pain.”
Mural of truth
And to honor what I wrote at the end of my last hub, “Sensible, Fair Communications With Your Auto Mechanic,” which was the title of “this” hub . . .
“Things You Do Not Say in The Inner City”
- Here they are. And they are not to be taken in a comedy atmosphere, but with a receptive, sincere heart.
- “Mom, why are those people just sitting around? Do they not work?” (and be sure to teach your children the damage that asking these questions will do).
- “Am I going to get shot?”
- “Hey, look! There are some of those drug dealers we see on the news!”
- “I am so hungry I could eat one of those rats.”
- “Do any of these people not speak English?”
- “Why are there so many police cars sitting on every corner?”
- “Are those people smoking ‘weed’?”
- “Keep walking, kids. Those people have nothing in common with us.”
- “Dad, you mean I can’t walk over there and say hi?”
- “Why aren’t those kids dressed like us, mom?”
- “People around here sure cry a lot.”
- “Why is that lady got a cast on her arm and a black eye?”
- “Dad, why are we even here?”
- “Where are the Best Buy stores?”
- “Uh, oh! Looks like a gang is coming our way.”
Note: I admit it. These are not jokes. Or my usual one-liners. I meant for them not to be funny, but something for all of us to think about.
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