When I saw the title of Eugene Robinson’s column, “I’m Black, Don’t Shoot Me”, I immediately flashed to the title above, inspired by the story we posted yesterday that more black babies are aborted than born in New York City.
According to the latest Justice Department figures, blacks make up 13 percent of the U.S. population but represent 50 percent of homicide victims. Moreover, black offenders kill 90 percent of black murder victims. And in the vast majority of interracial crimes, the victim is white and the perpetrator is black. In 2008 there were about 520,000 interracial violent crimes reported, and 82.5 percent were black-on-white, while just 17.5 percent were white-on-black. Messrs. Robinson and Coates would have us believe that black people in America should be more fearful of the Michael Dunns and George Zimmermans than of fellow blacks. Which is preposterous.
What these crimes statistics don’t show is how early the black-on-black violence begins. The New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene has just released a report showing that more black babies in the city are aborted than born. In 2012, there were 6,570 more abortions than live births of black children. The other groups studied—whites, Asians and Hispanics—all had more live births than abortions. Blacks are 25 percent of New York’s population, but the black babies aborted were more than 42% of all abortions.
Perhaps that might interest black liberals who want to downplay black-on-black violence and lecture us about the value that whites place on black lives.
I’m neither black nor a social scientist, but let me pretend. If I’m black, I’m supposed to feel the shame of slavery, a century and a half after it was abolished. It was the white man’s crime against my great-great-great-great grandfather and grandmother that defines who I am today. Any crimes I may commit or failings I may suffer from can be blamed on a poor self-image born of bondage and dehumanization.
Let’s say that’s true.
If I’m so sensitive to atrocities against people five, six generations removed from me, how can I be deaf, dumb, and blind to what my own mother is doing to me today? What kind of self-image does mass infanticide instill in a young man or woman? To be a black baby in New York City today is have overcome the longest of odds. You can’t see many of your kind around, and it’s only a matter of time before you find out why. Your unborn siblings were “mistakes”, “inconveniences”, as casually discarded as they were conceived. Congratulations, that must make you very special.
Maybe… I’m just thinking out loud here… but maybe the genocide committed by black men against black men (see above) might be an aftershock of the infanticide committed by black women (and their partners) against black babies. Where better to learn the low value placed on life than with the mother’s milk?
I may not make a convincing black person, but I can pass for a PhD in social science!