It is now 3 days after the midterm elections and here in New Haven I did my small part to get Democrats elected. I thought I'd be tired from the Election Day efforts, I just had no idea how tired I'd be and looked forward to having a quiet Thursday evening at home. But, an e-mail landed yesterday morning advertising a community discussion that very night facilitated by Community Mediation with New Haven's Chief of Police, Frank Limon. In a larger city I could have ignored it but on my way downtown I was picked up by Stacy (Are you coming?), had lunch with John (who sent the e-mail); and saw Kevin and ran into Blest (both of whom worked to bring a contingent of YBM to the meeting.) This community dialogue had been planned way before the recent deaths of 2 young men, but the timing made it more urgent. So, no way I couldn't be there.
The story of New Haven varies with the storyteller and the neighborhood. It's one thing to live your life in the tony precincts of East Rock. Another to live it in Newhallville or Hill South. Last night was dominated by reportage from young men talking about life lived as perpetual suspects and perpetual targets in retaliatory "beefs". They spoke of encounters with the police ranging from the annoying to the physically violent and emotionally humiliating to the likelihood of getting "violated" over some bullshit so that you're headed back to prison. There were counternarratives offered, if not direct rebuttals to their lived experience. Everyone in the room, even those who fear and despise the police, understand that their function is necessary and complex, and that not all cops are bad. And yet, and yet.
It's national news that intra-community murders and shootings plague New Haven. It is a trope of inner city life that law enforcement is more to be feared than trusted. So the dilemma is, if there is violent crime in your community you can 1) be a snitch, 2) settle it on your own or 3) mind your own goddamn business and hope it doesn't happen in your family. Choice 1 will get you ostracized, maybe even killed. Choice 2 means that you have vigilante "justice" in your community and when you do, at some point someone you know, and perhaps even love, is going to lose a fight with a bullet. Which means that Choice 3 is no choice at all.
The police, the law-abiding, the formerly criminal, the safe and those at-risk know this state of affairs can't go on. Last night we didn't hear much from the Chief about what the police see as solutions (although he did close with an anecdote illustrating disrespect towards him, his wife, and parents of some kids). It wasn't the time or place; he came to listen, as did many of the rest of us. In my understanding, for many YBM (and not-so-young BM), this problem with the police begins with respect. They know that they are fundamentally held in suspicion and contempt by the NHPD. That gets translated into police behavior that, ehem, if it is perpetuated on Yale students would make national news and invites lawsuits; but if done to YBM it is business as usual.
The young men talked about the boredom that comes from not having "anything to do" all day. How they remembered the PAL Leagues and the recreational activities or community centers that were available to them when they were children. And while I sympathize with them I was looking at young MEN not BOYS. I can't speak for other adults in the room but as an older woman who has done more than her share of childcare (paid and unpaid), menial work, some of it under the watch of assholes with roving hands, and any kind of job in order to survive, I kept thinking that creating more recreational outlets is a palliative. Don't get me wrong, recreation has its place for all ages, but a 19 year old male should NOT be spending his day playing ball (unless, of course, he’s paid), he should be working. I'm thinking, if legitimate pathways to respectable manhood weren’t so meager for these YBM we wouldn’t be sitting in a room with a dozen of them talking about disrespect.
The fraught relations between the police (in this city and any other) and YBM are a symptom of a greater, more insidious phenomena. These young men and their predicament are the waste product of our post-industrial decline. They were obsolete before they were born. How are we going to address that?