I was born in 1972, during an era when the civil rights movement was on a decline. Get tough on crime was fed to the American masses during the 1970′s. On the horizon was a hot war, using political climates to change the clothing of white supremacy from tank tops and shorts (showing their true skin color) to full length suits (hiding their true skin color).
I became a teenager in the latter part of the 1980′s, right around the time free basing, crack cocaine and/or read rock was introduced in many black communities across America. Another reason to “Get Tough On Crime.”
I fell victim to selling cocaine in my own neighborhood, most days from out of my own mother’s town house, (this fed my mother’s monstrous views about me for many years to come). Not even realizing that I was bringing harm, destruction and chaos to my family and community. The idea of being a drug dealer appealed to my sense of success, confidence and being a man with street credit. What a wrong perception I had about how a man was supposed to rise to the occasion. I another reason to “Get Tough On Young Black Males.”
I was considered a young black male with no substance, morals or values. So it appeared to me I was wanted dead not alive (that was mentally or physically). Another reason to “Get Tough On Dalphonso Brooks.”
In 1991 I caught my first incarceration of now (3) three. Convicted for selling powder cocaine twice, 1 burglary and 2 robberies, I had become my best customer and worst enemy. Another reason to “Get Tough On Drug Addicts.”
I was released from prison in May of 1998. I wanted to go home and live with my Mother, at her apartment in Edgewood, Maryland, but she was on Section 8. While in the Section 8 program, periodically an investigator or inspector would visit the residences to determine if the land lord where maintaining upkeep and to make sure the tenant were not violating any of the rules. That meant that I would not be able to live with my mother. President Bill Clinton introduced Anti Welfare Legislation to help poor Americans to not take advantage the benefits of Welfare. Most of my family believed I still functioned as an animal (criminal). I had to find temporary housing in Baltimore City. A reason to not “Get Tough On Crime.”
My past aggressions and lack of value for life has caused me to appear unfit to my own family. Allowing them to not take a chance on helping me move beyond my criminal mentality. We were never in position of middle class status, so it has always been a hard road to security. My plight has caused me to accept that The New Jim Crow does exist and it still makes slaves. A reason not to “Get Tough On America’s Young Black Souls.”