CURRENTLY THIS PAGE IS UNDERGOING AN OVERHAUL, dated 7/12/16
Hello. I try to calmly relate my experiences during the 80s-90s when I provided uniform and investigative police services to the Brooklyn, NY community where preteen American child named Shawn Carter, born 1969, later known as “Jay Z‘, a popular urban storyteller and recording artist, is reported to have shot his substance abusing sibling for stealing property.
However, I am told my writings are not always sensitive. I apologize if frustrations, anger and disappointment seeps into the my accounts of regularly witnessing a significant number of developing newborns, infants, toddlers, children and teens being irresponsibly raised, nurtured, socialized and poorly supervised by SELFISH, immature, apathetic MATERNAL CAREGIVERS failing to recognize that placing ABOVE ALL ELSE the EMOTIONAL WELL BEING of their child(ren) will most likely result with a fairly or wonderfully happy child maturing into a reasonably responsible teen and adult respecting themselves, their peaceful neighbors and the authority responsible for maintaining peace in all American neighborhoods.
Early in my police career when I was assigned to young Shawn Carter’s Brooklyn, NY community a few of my training officers advised to be prepared to experience “culture shock.” When I asked what is meant by “culture shock,” I was told, “You’ll find out.”
Soon I did find out what “culture shock” is, though it was not a culture of violence and harmful anti-social activities many were insinuating I would be shocked by.
The aspect of this Brooklyn, NY community that shocked me to the core was witnessing significant numbers of children being emotionally scarred by a Culture of Child Abuse/Neglect, aka Poverty” that Kendrick Lamar, born 1987, a popular American urban storyteller, as well as a victim of horrific CRIMINAL Child Abuse, Neglect & Maltreatment, raps and speaks about some twenty-five years after I first witnessed the Culture of Child Abuse/Neglect that today CONTINUES harming many developing human beings and American communities.
After being assigned to assigned Brooklyn’s Bedford-Stuyvesant I spent the next twelve years of my life regularly witnessing the grief, emotional trauma as well as physical pain (or worse) young Shawn Carter and his crew/posse/GANG were responsible for causing to peaceful people living or working in Brooklyn’s Marcy Houses and surrounding neighborhoods/communities. Neighborhoods where morning, afternoon, evening and late night gun battles often erupted between competing drug peddling crews/posse/GANG’s.
At least two or three times a month schedule changes resulted with me sleeping in the station house dorm, where I made sure I slept on a lower bunk away from a window, JUST IN CASE an errant or deliberate gunshot decided to seriously disturb my rest period.
It was during these sleepovers I learned I was ignorant to the FACT that many of my peaceful American neighbors had the option at bedtime of counting nearby or distant gunshots in addition to sheep, Gummy Bears of my personal favorite, thatched wooden baskets filled with Newfoundland puppies.
I’d like to offer my perspective and evidence for why I believe Shawn Carter and many of his crew/gang members are victims of child abuse/neglect.
Born in late 1969, nineteen months before deeply troubled popular American urban storyteller Tupac Amaru Shakur, born 1971, Shawn, Tupac and many kids in his crew/posse/GANG were born to people seriously harmed by centuries of human ignorance and OPPRESSION.
During the 1960s laws were created to EDUCATE & PREVENT Americans from being harmed by systemic racism. Society created well-intentioned, though flawed social assistance policies that understandably, many depressed, emotionally ill, discouraged, justifiably peeved, angry Americans took advantage of.
Sadly, Shawn and Tupac are two of many American kids introduced to life by depressed, emotionally ill, discouraged, peeved, angry Americans I witnessed emotionally harming, neglecting and failing to supervise their children during the dozen years I was responsible for protecting peaceful Brooklyn residents from the anti-social acts committed by abused, neglected, depressed children maturing into emotionally damaged teens and adults who often vent their anger and frustrations by harming their peaceful neighbors, often resulting with police and our CJS becoming involved in their lives.
The peaceful people I was attempting protect from harm included my civilian co-workers and their families, most all moms residing in the community, facing stresses and challenges that for the most part my parents did not have to deal with. The moms I worked with struggled to keep their kids safe from the negative influences presented by depressed, angry, frustrated children who were emotionally abused and neglected by their irresponsible “Living Wild” (Kendrick Lamar’s characterization of his parent’s lifestyle) parents or caregivers.
In this poorly titled “crime” documentary about NYC gangs in the 70s, proud gang member Little Carmen tells the interviewer, “Like our family wasn’t really there for us, so our family was the gang.”
Sadly, it appears an overwhelming majority of RESPONSIBLE, caring, concerned, loving Americans refuse to recognize that Little Carmen and most of the people appearing in this documentary are victims of America’s expanding Culture of Childhood Abuse, Neglect & Maltreatment.
Frankly, if I had not become a Brooklyn cop during the 80s-90s serving the community Shawn Carter raps about enslaving and TERRORIZING with his 24/7 drug peddling trade protected and enforced by his gang/crew/posse’s semi-automatic ‘Mack Millis’, I would not have a clue why for decades significant numbers of POPULAR urban storytellers and American music performers of African descent travel around our nation and tiny blue orb informing American kids and our foreign neighbors that American girls and women, aka the MATERNAL half of our population, should be viewed and treated as less than human ^itches and ^hores unworthy of basic human respect.
Countless times I witnessed peaceful struggling or working people and their families fearing for their safety as they were forced to experience and witness the bloody aftermath resulting from Marcy Houses teen and young adult drug dealers using their deadly weapons to maintain their reputations as violent dangerous young men who should not be messed with.
I personally witnessed the pain, helplessness and fear peaceful people experienced after they were confronted by young, depressed, unpredictable, angry, frustrated victims of child abuse, maltreatment and neglect, much like Shawn ‘Jay Z’ Carter and the depressed young people in his crew experienced during a critical period in their childhood development.
Often, I hear people saying American rappers came from “tough/rough backgrounds,” yet I rarely hear people, especially overly compassionate, clueless Caucasian females, ask why his background was so tough, or show any sign they even care. I guess it is easier to ignore other people’s pain when they are trying to earn cash for the media corps paying them to put a smiley face on rappers and hip hoppers.
My experiences serving a Brooklyn, NY Rap Hip Hop influenced community for nearly a dozen years revealed to me why Shawn’s background was so tough, but you don’t want to hear a cop describe the pain and misery I witnessed children suffer when born to a immature, irresponsible and/or apathetic mother.
So I’ll ask you to read the lyrics to Mr. Tupac Shakur’s ‘Dear Mama’ to learn who is responsible for children like Shawn Jay Z Carter maturing/developing into young teens and men that vent their anger and frustrations upon peaceful people in many struggling communities. Take your time, read and comprehend what Tupac is saying about his childhood and how his caregivers failed him. Learn how Tupac’s mom accepted ill-gotten proceeds of harmful anti-social acts Tupac writes/raps/admits committing against his peaceful neighbors and their community.
When you are done reading Tupac lament his childhood, check out ‘Changes’ also titled, ‘Thats Just The Way It Is’ lyrics.
“I see no changes
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth livin’ should I blast myself?
I’m tired of bein poor and even worse I’m black
My stomach hurts so I’m lookin’ for a purse to snatch”
2Pac – ‘Thats Just The Way It Is’ Lyrics, aka ‘Changes’
Clearly, Tupac raps/writes about being a child victim of life-scarring abuse/neglect who matured into an angry teen/young man choosing not to embrace compassion or empathy for many of his peaceful neighbors.
In many of his raps Tupac clearly communicates that his mind is tormented by “Cognitive Dissonance,” a debilitating mental condition Dr. Joy DeGruy, “a nationally and internationally renowned ‘violence’ researcher, educator, author and presenter” describes in her book “Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome,” and speaks about during her speaking engagements.
Tupac’s writings are filled with hypocrisy, and the anguish he experiences when rapping/writing about harming people in his struggling community in order to survive the life he was introduced to by his substance abusing mom. In his raps Tupac often directly or indirectly reveals he is a depressed teen causing pain to his neighbors because no one cares about the pain he is experiencing.
In other raps, like Dope Fiend’s Diner, Tupac writes about selectively embracing the compassion and empathy most all humans are born with, while at the same time ignoring the fact that he is also a “dopeman” causing pain to his neighbors and community.
I’ve met Tupac and Shawn Carter, I’ve also met their victims who were being treated in the rear of an ambulance, I’ve interviewed their victims in an emergency room, witnessed their victim’s autopsies.
More than once I testified in court that I observed depressed, neglected, unsupervised young teens like Tupac/Shawn unlawfully possessing and using firearms to harm their peaceful neighbors and cause fear throughout neighborhoods they decide to invade, aggressively using their mack-millis to defend their turf.
This is real life, the lyrics Shawn ‘Jay Z’ Carter writes depict real life he and Tupac lived. Which means they victimized real people.
Sadly, a segment of the American public adulates and enriches teens/men like Tupac and Shawn Jay Z Carter for rapping/writing about their experiences with child abuse that caused them to develop into emotionally damaged teens and adults who too often physically harm or kill people that ‘diss’ them or attempt to impede their drug cash flow.
Succinctly, the sad reality is many immature females are giving birth to children and irresponsibly building families before they have developed any practical skills or are emotionally prepared to deal with the challenges of raising, nurturing and supervising a developing/maturing human being.
Believe it or not newborns, infants, toddlers, children and teens are being born and nurtured to a life of child abuse/neglect by caregivers who do not even realize they are committing life scarring acts of child abuse.
This is a reality for many children that apparently many Americans from all walks of life decline to recognize or admit exists.
Though until we open our eyes to the core reason some/many kids lack empathy and compassion, or willfully choose not to practice these essential human qualities >>>> irresponsible, immature mothers will continue to willfully or ignorantly subject society’s young to child neglect, maltreatment, emotional and physical abuse…as many have since the 60s when well-intentioned social policies opened the door to providing financial support to depressed people recovering from the pain of human ignorance known as racism.
“Me and my fam roll tight like The Firm
Getting down for life, that’s right, you better learn
While I play with fire, you burn
We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire
We do dirt like worms, produce G’s like sperm
Until legs spread like germs
I got extensive hoes with expensive clothes”
I think I understand the meaning of “producing G’s like sperm” Shawn Carter is rapping. I believe it means he and his crew are making more “G”angsters with irresponsible females..or maybe they’re making babies with females who were forced to submit to his crew through violence and intimidation? Both of which are reality.
However I am totally lost about the “we do dirt like worms’ rap. Any help?
Here is another Shawn Carter rap.
.. can’t fade it
While y’all pump Willie, I run up and stunt silly
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathing soft on him
“What’s ya name?”
“Brooklyn’s Finest” Lyrics http://genius.com/703799
Let me interpret. As Shawn Jay Z Carter and his crew were chillin’ in the Marcy Houses, a city owned housing complex of six story buildings mostly populated with depressed children born to depressed immature mothers, when a rival drug crew tries to murder Shawn Jay Z Carter and his crew.
Shawn Carter and his crew of depressed teens/young men aggressively thwart the attack by whipping out their own arsenal of illegal handguns and semi-automatic firearms, actively defending themselves against the deadly attack from their drug rival/competitors.
While the boys were trying to kill each other, mothers, grandmothers and aunts throughout the complex were grabbing their young, quickly ushering them away from the gunfire being exchanged outside their windows. A common, well-practiced routine in this housing complex dominated by teens and men who care only about themselves.
Mr. Uriah Harper, a husband and father of two boys he struggles to keep in line with love and discipline, is walking up the subway staircase onto the street just as the gun battle begins. He ends up diving behind a parked car for cover just in time as the opposite side of the car absorbs several errant rounds from a mack-milli Shawn Jay Z Carter writes about. He twists his ankle, tears his new work uniform trousers and scrapes his leg pretty bad.
Though Mr. Harper is grateful his boys will not be left fatherless, his wife burdened raising two children alone in a community populated with depressed, frustrated angry children, teens and young men. Mr. Harper is happy he survived and can continue protecting his children from the clueless influences of mothers who fail to properly nurture and supervise their children.
Mr. Thomas Melendez, owner of the Bodega across from the Marcy Houses that Shawn Carter helped make infamous, and dangerous to the peaceful people living or working there, was about to exit his front door when three shots burst though his heavy reinforced metal storefront shield, shattering glass all over, injuring his baby daughter but not his wife who was waiting for Thomas to set the alarm because she was fearful of standing outside alone even for a moment at that time of night. The emotionally damaged couple spent several hours waiting in a packed ER while doctors tended to more serious injuries sustained by innocent victims of violence living or working in surrounding communities.
After the gunfire subsides, which usually lasts around 30 seconds to one minute, the teens and adult men engaged in the battle for life flee to lick their wounds or celebrate, leaving behind the spectacle of a dead body for many of the Marcy residents to ogle at while grandma watches their children and babies. Though I observed some moms, whether night or day, prefer holding their newborns, infants and toddlers as they gather to watch the latest victim of violence, exactly the type of violence Shawn Carter writes about in his Raps.
Not all moms leave their apartments to watch the post carnage show, a few like twenty-one-year-old Estelle Perkins remain hidden from view, preferring not to interact with her neighbors. Estelle is fearful for her twin five-year-olds, she hears the gunfire outside her window almost every night and wonders how she will keep her children from being shot, or becoming immersed in the Marcy Houses culture that mentally conditions children and teens to accept a life of pain and lawlessness. Conditioning that occurs when immature females build families before acquiring the skills and means to adequately provide for their children. Much like the mothers who birthed young men named Shawn Jay Z Carter and Tupac Shakur.
Estelle is depressed, angry with herself for making choices that resulted with her living in the projects, fearing for her family’s safety on a twenty-four hour basis because of young men like Shawn Carter who were raised and nurtured by a person/people who failed Shawn, as well as their peaceful neighbors when an abused/neglected/unsupervised Shawn choose to sell poisonous, addictive drug to his struggling neighbors.
In part I am writing about Shawn and his drug dealing friends to express my pain, the emotional pain I experienced from witnessing human atrocities and child abuse/neglect on a daily basis. Pain and fear that caused me to abandon/flee a community that for more than a decade I considered my second home.
Seems many are jumping on the ‘victim bandwagon.’ I am going to join them. A friend who urged me to apply for the career pretty much prepared me for what was in store. Though he worked in an entirely different community then the community I was assigned to after completing my six month post academy field training.
The community I was assigned to was filled with depressed, frustrated, angry people who were not shy about sharing these negative emotions with their peaceful neighbors, and the police authority trying to protect their peaceful neighbors.
I literally and figuratively witnessed irresponsible teen and young adult mothers give birth to children they failed to properly raise, nurture and supervise. These children develop into angry, frustrated often unpredictable young people and adults who eventually commit anti-social acts causing the police to become involved.
Honestly, I was prepared to deal with some degradation and violence when I chose to become a cop. Though what I witnessed during the nearly twelve years I worked in a predominantly black Brooklyn community became too much for me. The community flavor was adversely affecting me and after my life was seriously endangered by gunfire during a ride home one evening, I decided it was time to transfer to a more emotionally stable and physically safer community.
I was a victim of the moms who fail to properly raise and nurture their kids.
So were the peaceful people in the community that became my second home for a dozen years of my life. Leaving meant all the work I did to make me and my second home safer, all the contacts, informants and alliances I developed with the intention of protecting peaceful people, were worthless to me and the community after I transferred.
I was a victim of witnessing hundreds of depressed, emotionally and spiritually malnourished children who on some level were victims of child abuse.
Day after day witnessing the emotional damage and dysfunction many caregivers exposed their kids to, in some cases not even realizing they are committing real acts of child abuse and maltreatment, wore me down. Over the twelve years I served this community I witnessed one half of a generation of human beings being treated as though their lives had no importance or meaning. Frankly, I am damn glad I was not born in this community, and I am sad for many who are.
A young mom called to report someone stole her boom-box radio. I enter her apartment, spy several children, some in diapers sitting on a couch, a half filled fifty-five gallon trash can in the middle of her tiny living room and what appeared to be human waste smeared on a wall.
Does a mature responsible parent invite a law enforcement authority trained to protect children, into this type of environment? After I caused her kids to be removed from her custody with a extremely quick and easily dialed phone call, I wondered if she ever invited family and friends to her home and why they did not protect her children from harm?
Today, I feel compelled to write about the abuse I witnessed, offering my experiences and theories for why some or many black children are extremely unhappy with the choices their caregivers make for them, and why many kids, teens, adults lack empathy and compassion that most kids are taught to embrace and practice throughout their lives.
Because we love and respect our parents most kids do practice these essential human qualities, however, my writings focus on the kids who believe they have no reason to please the people who introduced them to a life of pain and struggle.
Today I look at Mr. Shawn Jay Z Carter, seeing a man who was old enough to know better, yet selfishly chose to live a lifestyle that terrorized many neighborhoods and harmed many people emotionally as well as physically. A anti-social lifestyle that promotes human prejudice and fear in many American communities.
Today, I am totally, completely, utterly miffed that a man who raps/writes about causing tangible terror and destruction of human life for personal profit and to vent his anger while displaying/proving his dominance over others, can become a superstar in a society filled with educated people claiming to embrace a loving, peaceful God.
What really irks me, Shawn Carter continues to promote hate and violence through the rappers he produces, promotes and collaborates with, while at the same time using the classic Al Capone misdirection, “Look at me I’m a generous guy helping the community” when Shawn donates to charities designed to uplift the same people he is harming through his violence and poison drug laced raps productions.
I’ve ranted long enough, I apologize for my grammar, though before closing I have to point a finger….a somewhat frustrated, angry finger at my American neighbors, as well as entertainers and celebrities who do not take a critical look at the reasons why over the past thirty years or longer, some or many of my Motown friend’s children and grandchildren write rap performance lyrics characterizing their moms, sisters, grandmas and daughters as witches and bhores. Since when did it become acceptable to demean women this way?
Tupac knew why, he was unafraid to expose his truths…sadly, it appears many people wish to ignore the truth about the Rap Hip Hop industry and continue cashing in on American people’s lack of understanding of what American Rap artistry truly represent..the effects of child abuse/neglect.
There is no “Statute of limitations” for murder. An unsolved murder a person witnessed as a teen is still an open case and the person(s) responsible can be prosecuted.
Take Pride In Parenting; End Our National Epidemic of Child Abuse and Neglect; End Community Violence, Police Fear & Educator’s Frustrations
Robert K. Ross, MD, President and CEO of The California Endowment, gives a compelling overview of the role that exposure to childhood trauma plays in the lives of troubled and chronically ill Americans.
After watching Dr. Ross’ presentation one of the questions all concerned, compassionate Americans should seriously be asking ourselves, our elected, civil, social, community and religious leaders is, “What real substantial changes in our society’s attitude and laws need to occur to prevent Child Abuse and Neglect that often causes young kids to mature into depressed, frustrated, angry, unpredictable, sometimes suicidal teens and adults as a result of experiencing the emotional and/or physical trauma of an abusive childhood?”
At 2:12:25 in this documentary about Mafia hitman and victim of Early Childhood Trauma/Abuse, Richard “The Iceman” Kuklinski, Dr. Park Dietz explains why young Richard most likely developed into a emotionally disturbed, paranoid, cruel, heartless teen and man who did not give a frig about anyone else, including his wife and kids.
Is Jaye DeBlack incorrect about his assessment of many SINGLE MOMS and how they are emotionally harming a substantial population of our nation’s children by irresponsibly building families out of selfishness – instead of caring and love between two committed adult partners?
Sandra Bland Indirectly Speaks About Child Abuse and Neglect Harming Her Quality of Life And Community
Victims of Child Abuse
This video depicts horrific examples of men who were victims of childhood abuse and neglect, conditioning a young teen to embrace ‘The Street’ culture Baltimore Mom of The Year failed to protect her teen son from…not to mention representing the fear peaceful people living and WORKING in the community experience knowing depressed, angry, unpredictable teens and young adults need to vent their angers and frustrations for being introduced to a life of pain and struggle by irresponsible, “living wild” single moms and/or dads.
A little girl, catching a cool breeze from an air conditioning unit in the yard, was blindsided by another child about her same age, who had evidently had some practice with fighting fierce. The small victim wasn’t alone, as there were plenty of nearby witnesses, who could have protected her but didn’t because they were too busy recording the brutal beat down and encouraging it. | Written By Amanda Shea
What I see in this recorded act of criminal child abuse, is adults conditioning children to embrace the cycle of child abuse, child maltreatment and violence passed down from generation to generation by depressed Americans who are content living in the poverty they are primarily responsible for fueling when irresponsibly birthing children from selfishness, instead of the love between two committed adult partners.
Nationally Popular Victims of Early Childhood Abuse and Neglect
Read popular American rapper Tupac Amaru Shakur (Lesane Parish Crooks; June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996) lyrics to learn about his love-hate relationship with his mom, his great disappointment with his dad, and about Tupac’s frequent suicidal thoughts.
Read about how Tupac’s drug addicted mother accepted proceeds of the harmful anti-social acts Tupac raps/writes about committing against his peaceful neighbors. I have to tell you, reading Tupac’s lyrics brings back a lot memories of the horrific emotional child abuse I witnessed during the nearly twelve year I provided police services to Shawn Carter’s community.
Shawn “Jay Z” Carter (born December 4, 1969) is another victim of child abuse/neglect who raps/writes about the physical harm and fear he caused to his peaceful neighbors and community.
Reading Shawn “Jay Z” Carter describe the pain he caused to his neighbors and community, brought back painful memories, causing me experience much of the same anxiety and pain I experienced from personally witnessing the physical and emotional pain young Shawn Carter caused to individuals as well as an entire housing complex and surrounding neighborhoods.
In 1987, the same year emotionally depressed 2015 Grammy winner Kendrick Lamar was born, songwriter Suzanne Vega wrote a song about child abuse and VICTIM DENIAL that was nominated for a Grammy.
Suzanne nailed it, parents and caregivers do the most horrific things to their kids, yet many kids will defend their abusers, blaming themselves for their “blues,” bruises and injuries before admitting a parent/caretaker harmed them.
“Yes I think I’m okay I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that’s what I’ll say
And it’s not your business anyway”