"We're not very good people."
That's one of the damning statements from Ken Burns' new documentary about the travesty of The Central Park Five. It's a message I repeat daily, and - just like in the film - nobody listens to it, because they're too comfortable living a lie.
They live a lot of lies.
Lies that impacts others - the helpless - and ripples across the ages.
For that, they are not good people, no matter what they think.
I know better. I live it:
"All of my confidants had to be narcs. Except The Crack Emcee. I couldn't see how even the CIA was advanced enough to hide someone like him among their minions."
- Donnell Alexander, Ghetto Celebrity (2003)
You know the phrase "It takes one to know one"? That applies here.
And I can't find too many out there - not like me. They think life's a cartoon, but this is my life.
Considering the difference - especially when compared with the lives of black folks - I wonder, sometimes, if they've ever been truly alive at all,...