The Epidemic of Police Killings of Unarmed Black People

By Uhuru B. Rowe
July 27, 2016
Email: uhururowe76@yahoo.com

“Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.”–Frederick Douglass

Yes. It has happened again. And again. And again. More videotaped killings of unarmed Black people. This time, Alton Sterling in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and Philando Castile in St. Paul, Minnesota.

Alton was shot by police while sitting in a car with his children and girlfriend who live-streamed the aftermath of the shooting on Facebook. Alton reportedly died later at the hospital…probably before.

Philando was shot and killed while subdued on the ground by two officers. One of the officers reaches back, unholsters his service weapon, and fires two shots into Philando’s chest at close range.

And, I am sure there have been other unarmed Black people who’ve been murdered by the police since then, but my access to 24 hour news was disrupted when prison administrators mysteriously deleted CNN from the cable programming here after the police killing of Freddie Gray and the subsequent uprising.

Back to the point. Protests, marches, riots, insurrections, etc. and arrests always follow these police killings, BUT they keep happening every 8 hours, by some estimates. And those of us fortunate enough to survive a police encounter are thrown into prison for decades or life. But WHY are we as a New Afrikan (Black) people still confronted with such circumstances 152 years after the Emancipation Proclamation,151 years after 13th Amendment, 148 years after the 14th Amendment, and the Civil Rights Acts of 1866, 1875, 1957, 1960, and 1964.

Not to sound fatalistic, but what is happening to us is what happens to any race or class of people who are deemed by their government to be a disposable people worthy of extermination simply because it is no longer politically and morally correct or acceptable to enslave and extract their free or cheap labor. With automation and the de-industrialization of the U.S. and the movement of jobs oversees, poor and impoverished people in the Third-World now serve as neo-slaves to a vast network of multinational corporations.

So, what happens to a disposable, surplus population of people who are no longer wanted or needed, and who have little to no social, political, and economic power, no self-determination, and no means of defending themselves against a virulent and formidable enemy for their own survival? GENOCIDE!!!
Crimes against humanity, including genocide, quickly received widespread condemnation by the global community in the aftermath of the atrocities committed during World War II. In 1946, the General Assembly of the United Nations declared that genocide is a crime of international law that is condemned by the civilized world, whether the perpetrators are private individuals, public officials, or statesmen.

On December 4, 1946, the U.N. General Assembly adopted the Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide, defining genocide as:

“any of the following acts committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnic, racial or religious group, as such:
(a) Killing members of the group;
(b) Causing serious bodily or mental harm to members of the group;
(c) Deliberately inflicting on the group conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part;
(d) Imposing measures intended to prevent births within the group;
(e) Forcibly transferring children of the group to another group.”

This convention was ratified by the U.S. and codified into Federal law as Title 18, USCA, Section 1091 and is often referred to as the “Genocide Convention Implementation Act of 1987.”

A cursory examination of history reveals that America’s treatment of and policy towards Afrikans and Afrikan-decended peoples since 1619, meets every criteria for the crime of genocide given above, including forced mass migrations and enslavement (transatlantic slave trade), destruction of culture and heritage, miseducation, forced sterilizations (eugenics), medical experimentations, rape, germ/biological/chemical/psychological/drug warfare, torture, legal lynchings, castrations, systemic racism, oppression & inequality, segregation, Black Codes and most recently, mass incarceration (mordern-day slavery) and the systematic execution of unarmed Black people by police, security guards, and self-appointed vigilantes.

There is no doubt that the above acts were/are planned, orchestrated and carried out with the specific intent to “destroy, in whole or in substantial part” the Afrikan/New Afrikan (Black) Nation here in the America and in the diaspora.
Armed with this knowledge, in every instance where unarmed Black people are systematically executed by police, security guards, and self-appointed vigilantes, we must raise our collective voices and file criminal complaints with the United Nations charging the American government and its various law enforcement agencies with the crime of genocide under both the U.N. Nations Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide and Title 18, U.S.C.A., Section 1091, subsection (b), which makes the crime of genocide punishable by death or life imprisonment.

In conclusion, I just want to say that until we as a New Afrikan Black people develop a collective strategy or national plan of action to confront and resist these extrajudicial genocidal killings of our sons and daughters by police, security guards, and self-appointed vigilantes, there will be another Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, Wakiesha Wilson or Redel Jones coming soon to a city near you.




By Uhuru B. Rowe★
March 9, 2016

March is Women’s History Month and March 8th was International Women’s Day. During this annual day, groups of organizations and individuals hold street marches and other demonstrations to express solidarity with all women and educate the public about issues affecting women all over the world as a result of global patriarchy. It is also a time for us men to reflect on how we contribute to and benefit from global patriarchy. Continue reading “IN SOLIDARITY WITH WOMEN ON INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY.”



By Uhuru B. Rowe
July 10, 2016

From Texas to Minnesota to Louisiana to Tennessee…the power keg is bursting as it had done in the 1960s and 1970s at the height of the Black liberation and anti-war movements. As expected, the killing of five policeman in Texas was quickly labeled a “tragedy” by corporate news media, but they never label it a tragedy when unarmed Black or Brown people are blatantly assassinated on camera by the boys in blue, AND the assassins STILL are acquitted during a “show” trial in court of “law”, IF they are indicted at all. And that’s because -since 1619- Black and Brown Lives has never mattered to white America. Continue reading “#BLACK LIVES HAVE NEVER MATTERED TO WHITE AMERICA”

Pain and Death

By Uhuru Rowe
June 3rd, 2016

I have known Pain all of my life, althought I’ve only vaguely known Death.  They are relatives of sorts and both have found it necessary to hold me hostage in a world that I have neither the strength nor the resolve to break free of.

Many times when I thought it was Death knocking on my door, it turned out to be Pain instead.

Pain and I have become very much acquainted since my birth.  It was Pain who flew into a jeolous tirade and injured my friends Hope and Joy when all they were trying to do was show me a good time.

Pain was there when I was robbed of my childhood innocence; when I was bullied in school; when I experienced my first heartbreak; when I was labeled the black sheep of my family; when I was rejected and looked down upon by this cruel, racist Amerikan society solely because of the color of my skin.

Sometimes Pain offered me some drugs and alcohol, and even a gun to cope with life.  But as of late, he’s only offered me misery and suffereing.

Unlike everyone else who’ve abondoned me during times of distress, Pain has  remained consistently loyal and attentive.

When I was sentenced to die in prison; when my father and brother died within a year of each other; when I was placed on solitary confinement, it was Pain who sought me out and wrapped in his arms and squeesed me until I felt numb and paralyzed.

But death is not like his cousin Pain.  Whereas Pain relishes in and thrives on my suffering and agony, Death wants to put me out of my misery.

Death is scary but he offers me an easy way out: a noose, a razor blade, or a deadly concoction of pills; but I am not ready to accept these things from Death even though he daily flaunts them before me in an alluring and enticing fashion.

Death was there when I tried to commit suicide in my early teenage years.  Death was there when I was nearly murdered in an attempted robbery.  He was there when I cought this case – taking the lives of my two victims when I wished it was me he’d taken instead.  And I think I heard him whisper in my ear when I went on a hunger stirke.

While Pain is loud, abrasive and chaotic, Death is smooth, quiet and calculating.  I can never hear him coming.

Death has gotten accustomed to sneaking up and setting next to me while I’m being entertained by Pain, hoping that I’ll turn and acknowledge him.

Perhaps, one day, when Pain gets to be too much, solitary becomes unbearable, and Hope and Joy are nowhere to be found, I’ll turn and introduce myself to Death and consider what he has to offer.

From General Population to Solitary Confinement

By Uhuru B. Rowe
April 14th, 2016

On the 10th of April, 2016, at approximately 11:50pm, I was awaken to the sounds of a correctional officer banging on my door who commanded in a loud voice for my cell parter and I to stand up and approach the cell door. In my efforts to regain my senses after being startled from a deep sleep and amidst the commotion, I nearly fell off my top bunk in order to comply with the guard’s demand.

Upon approaching the cell door, my cell partner and I were forced to strip naked and forced to bend over, squat and cough as the guard and his cohorts examined our bodies.

Continue reading “From General Population to Solitary Confinement”


By Uhuru B. Rowe
January 20, 2016

Today marks the 21st year of my incarceration here in Virginia. I remember quite vividly the first day I arrived at the old Richmond City Jail on the 20th of January, 1995. I was barely 18-years old, 140 pounds soaking wet, with no facial hair, naive and completely oblivious to the many struggles that lay ahead of me. Whatever innocence I retained after experiencing and surviving the deadly streets of Richmond was snatched away from me when the jail bars slammed closed behind me. I was thrust head first into a predatory prison environment full of hopelessness, violence, madness, insanity and chaos. Back then, if someone would have told me that after 21 years I still would be in prison, I would have found such a statement quite humorous. But spending decades in prison as I slowly transform from a vibrant teenager into a middle-aged adult with a salt-and-pepper beard is no laughing matter. Continue reading “21 YEARS A PRISONER”

October 18, 2015

I just finished watching the Walking Dead. WOW! What an episode…Probably the best episode to date! This show isn’t too far from the way society at-large will be in another fifty to a hundred years as the world descends into chaos and madness. How much longer will the vast majority of the world’s people remain content in their suffering and misery at the hands of capitalist-imperialist domination before they rise up and seek out an alternative. We shouldn’t be so arrogant and naive as to think that the super-exploitation of Third-World people will continue to afford us a comfortable lifestyle here in the First World. And how much longer will Americans continue to be duped into believing that the greatest threat to our safety and security is China, Russia and the Islamic State and not mentally deranged American citizens who commit mass shootings, murdering innocent men, women and children? In a society where virtually everyone is packing heat and not a soul feels safe in a movie theater, church, shopping center or even in school, it is then that America has ceased being a beacon of hope, freedom and prosperity, but has retrogressed to a point where the soil has become soaked with the blood of innocent victims of a capitalist system more concerned with the accumulation of wealth than the welfare of its most vulnerable citizens.


Why do I feel alone, abandoned, forgotten and disconnected from my people as I sit in my prison cell?

As I look out of my cell door, why do I see ten black prisoners for every individual white prisoner?

Why are Virginia prisoners forced to serve 85 percent of our de facto life sentences with no hope of release? Continue reading “WHY”