WELCOMING THEIR PRESENCE, HONORING THEIR SPIRIT
In the autumn of my 19th year, I was living with
a group of friends in a row house in the northwest section of D.C. These were poverty
times–on days I could put together a solid dollar bill in my pocket, I felt fabulous.
I went out looking for a job each day, with no luck. Finally, embarrassed that I
was the only one in the house not bringing anything home for meals, I went into a
supermarket and tried to shoplift a steak. Bad idea, like our governor used to say
in his movies. I made it as far as the doorway past the checkout stands–after that,
it was a fairly short drive down to the D.C. Detention Center and then a visit with
the night court judge for arraignment.
This was my lucky night, however. Even before the public defender had a chance to
say anything, the judge set me free on one of those famous legal technicalities–the
one that says you have to actually leave the store before you can be convicted
of taking something from the store. Anyway, following my release, the public
defender handed me a card from some sort of special city employment program, telling
me to take it down to the Employment Office and they’d take care of me. Must have
been some magic runes written on that card because even though several experienced
workers ahead of me were told that there was no work that day, as soon as I walked
up and handed the employment clerk the card, I got a referral to a job in a department
store stock room.
I’ve continued to believe it was one of life’s odd ironies, getting a job at a department
store not in spite of the fact that I’d been caught shoplifting but because
of it. But there was another lesson. So long as I was just another young black man
wandering the streets of a city full of young black men, who cared about me? But
at the point I decided to take the radical step of stealing, they sat up and paid
attention, and I got what I had been looking for all a long–a job–without even having
to ask for it.
If it is only the squeaky wheels that get the grease, my guess is you will end up
with more squeaking rather than less, an unintended consequence that Oakland should
pay attention to in the midst of this bloody year.
Sometimes even elaborate youth programs are not necessary. Though these are certainly
helpful, it can often be enough that the adults of this city let the too-often-outcast
youth know that we welcome their presence and honor their spirit, and that we will
fight and take chances to make certain a place at Oakland’s table is always laid
out for them.
On Labor Day Sunday, for one example, the East Bay Dragons Motorcycle Club blocked
off 88th Avenue between International Boulevard and A Street in East Oakland for
their annual end-of-the-summer block party. That portion of International is one
of the roughest areas of the city, but the Dragons built their reputations in the
rough days of the 60’s and the 70’s, and though they have mellowed out and now have
grandchildren to think of–or, maybe, because they have mellowed out and now
have grandchildren to think of–they get their respect, and so their gatherings tend
not to get out of hand.
I stopped by early to buy a plate of barbecue from one of the vendors, and to watch
the little children’s hyphy dance competition on a flatbed truck the Dragons had
set up in the street as a stage, the participants ranging from between 5 and 10 years
of age, the kids getting recognition from the entire community–not just their peers–for
their accomplishments. The kids, and the adults, loved it.
Hyphy is a music/dance form that is difficult for outsiders to describe or interpret–the
important thing is that it is the new wave of national hip hop, with acknowledged
roots on the Oakland streets. A city more in tune with its own culture–and less automatically
antagonistic to too many of its youth–might figure out a way for all of us to benefit
from such things.
Meanwhile, Oakland District Six Councilmember Desley Brooks is putting on her second
year of free concerts at East Oakland’s Arroyo Viejo Park with a cautious inclusion
of hyphy/hip hop that is attracting more young people to the events. A year ago,
the concerts were pointedly old school, emphasizing 70’s acts like Tower Of Power
and Rose Royce. with perhaps one rap group each time. While the headliner for last
year’s final concert was locally-born, nationally-known hip hop performer and producer
D’Wayne Wiggins, he puts out decidedly un-gangsta sounds, the emphasis being on melody,
impressive harmony, and sharp and energetic guitar licks over the infectious hip
hop beat. Gangsta is not hyphy, but because they both get the young folks excited,
old folks like myself sometimes get them confused, even though gangsta often celebrates
the thug life and violence, but hyphy is aimed more towards good time celebrating.
Anyways, at Brooks’ Arroyo series’ first concert last month, the producers included
a whole section of hyphy, with the deejay exhorting the young people to “get up and
show the old people how it’s done.” Coming shortly after the OG’s (or old folks)
beat down the lawn grass with the electric slide, it was a fascinating moment, the
first time in many years I had seen African-American youth and elders party together
at roughly the same time. Such bridging of the generational gap in social gatherings–weddings
and festivals and the like where older and younger dance the same dances to the same
music–is common in almost every culture around the world, but got broken down and
torn apart in the American consumer culture, which needs to isolate different “markets”
so that they can be sold to with greater precision. That may be good for the business
of music, but it is bad for the social health of our communities, since it serves
to remove young people from the presence and influence of their elders during social
gatherings.
Councilmember Brooks is taking an enormous chance here by attracting more young people
to East Oakland gatherings, and she knows it. She is the Barry Bonds of Oakland politics–decidedly
unloved by most of the local press–and if any problems break out at the concerts
with the young participants, many reporters and columnists will almost certainly
jump on her feet first. That would be a shame, because there is something special
being built here in the heart of East Oakland. The Arroyo concerts are being patrolled
in part by members of the Nation of Islam’s Fruit of Islam security contingent–who
tend to treat African-Americans with great respect and therefore tend to get respect
in return, similar to what happens with the East Bay Dragons.
Security duty at the Arroyo concerts is also shared with Oakland police officers.
But either because they picked the right officers or gave the right orders, the OPD
officers at the Arroyo concerts are acting different than they do at most gatherings
in Oakland’s deep hoods. At last month’s concert they mingled with the crowd, smiling
and talking with people as they walked through, acting as if we were all part of
the same community and were there to protect the gatherers, not to eyeball them suspiciously,
looking for every minor transgression. Some of the police stood on the edge of the
crowd and played catch football with a group of the youngsters, the game going on
for a half hour or so. Acting this way, the police did not create tension by their
presence as they too often do around young African-Americans. It was a learning experience
all-around, a lesson to be remembered when one realizes that it was clashes between
Oakland police and young African-Americans that ended two of Oakland’s most successful
annual festivals, the Festival At The Lake and Carijama. Some people believe those
clashes were inevitable. But others think they could have been avoided by a different
attitude from the police.
Meanwhile, I notice that the Berkeley Community Theatre is hosting a hip hop concert
this weekend, part of something called the 2K Sports Bounce Tour and featuring a
Tribe Called Quest. While Oakland actively discourages rap and hip hop concerts because
of the potential for violence, Berkeley continues to quietly hold them, drawing audiences
from the African-American communities of neighboring Oakland and Richmond as well,
the events going on so well that no-one outside the hip hop community even notices.
What is Berkeley doing that Oakland is not?
I don’t have a ready answer for that. But maybe, with so much emphasis on Oakland’s
violence almost to the exclusion of everything else, at times, we are missing some
important things happening, and some ways to heal our community and bring it back
together.