Troy Davis: Black Men, Death Row, & The Historic Wheels Of Injustice

Capital Punishment in the United States is like serving Schlitz Malt Liquor at a five-star wine and spirit tasting.

It is that toothless, barefoot, stinking Uncle Jethro spitting tobacco in the pristine white porcelain handwash bowl during a five course gourmet meal.
Not saying that being pristine and white are the sweet Victorian elixirs of utopia, but the fact of the matter is . . .

The death penalty just doesn’t belong. It is an antiquated, ineffective, answer to crime prevention. Capital punishment is an ugly stain on the cloth humanity; especially when the wrong people, in this system, are dying.

Maybe the death penalty is more like a moral and venomous contrast. You have this principle called justice, infrequently being carried out.

In the United States, poor people and people of color are more than likely to be convicted, given tougher, longer sentences, and face the death penalty more than anyone else. And you and I both know, criminality is not based on social status or race, though some institutions coin it that way.

As in the current case of Troy Davis, a Georgia-man facing execution on September 21, is fighting an uphill battle even though overwhelming evidence shows that he has been found guilty for a crime he did not commit. To have been a young, black man in a working class, black community, indicted by vengeance-seeking (predominantly) white cops, in the South, is nothing short of a pick-a-nic(igga) moment.

What is pick-a-nic(igga)? When a black person, more so than likely, a black man, is randomly selected to “pay” for the frustrations of an ignorant few who have power to inflict pain without any consequences.

To isolate the stark injustices of Davis to just race and gender can be dangerous; but to point out that disproportionately, black males are given tougher, longer sentences is factual.

Historically, in the United States, capital punishment has been used to satisfy an irrational blood lust of a volatile group who have the privilege to try and convict people of color, and poor folks, on site.

It started out when indentured servants or slaves were not working like their masters wanted, and they were punished by death. Hell they were expendable.
It moved to black men who accused of doing something heinous like whistling at a white woman, were pulled from jail cells by locals and hung from a tree.
It evolved to things like forcing newly arrived immigrants to fight in Revolutionary and Civil Wars, while the rich hid in their mansions, thus fueling racial riots in New York, while some folk got rich off of war coffers.

It has now become local law enforcement satisfying their caveman, over-privileged power, so that when the real powers that be, need for shit to be enforced, the law officers will comply. Kind of like giving a dog some good steak, so they can fight for crumbs in the future, before they get terminated.
Some call them lynch mobs, or kangaroo courts, but I’ll term it as American Gangsters. And I’m not talking about Frank Lucas, or any of those lightweights you see on BET.

The real American Gangsters come from a long line of systemic order that designs an event to validate and mete out physical, political, cultural, and economic assassinations, while the real murderers, the real thugs look at it with glee on the sidelines and collect power and money.

Kind of sounds like a mega-corporation, conglomeration, or sort of, kind of like a complicit Head of State. The murder of innocents seem to be big business.
But just like the bloodlust culture of the United States, Troy Davis’ case is the epitome of “someone must pay.”

Since Davis’ conviction, six out of nine witnesses have recanted their original testimonies in the trial, citing that they were coerced by interrogators at the Savannah police department.

Most of the witnesses were teenagers at the time of the interrogations, and have all said that they were placed under serious pressure, some of it physical or intimidation of threats of jail.

Nine witnesses have provided affidavits saying that a man named, Sylvester ‘Redd’ Coles actually killed Savannah Officer Mark MacPhail. One of the witnesses is an actual relative of Coles and has reported that he has been ostracized and threatened by family members since he has come out with his testimony.

Ironically, Coles is one of the witnesses who said Davis did shoot MacPhail, and has not recanted.

As well, the State of Georgia still hasn’t presented any physical evidence linking Davis to the murder of Officer Mark MacPhail, thus calling into question the witnesses’ testimonies that are now have change drastically.

Nevertheless, Davis is serving as the sacrificial lamb. Or more like an offering to some Satanical order. Perhaps its just sweet boys-n-blue justice—the cops are always right, even when they are wrong.

These officers don’t realize that the justice in the death of MacPhail has now grossly been denied due to their own actions and ignorance.

An eye for an eye just keeps two sides blinded to the fact that the systemic issues of injustice are still churning.