On Sept. 18, 2012, I was one of two black women who experienced a violent, senseless, racist, physical and verbal attack by Grand Isle, La. resident and business owner Josh Jambon. As a trained journalist, I employed myself to think, think and think. Then I rationalized his act was an unjust that could not go under the rug. I proceeded to think like all the gifted journalists before me and did as they would do.
I made a bold decision to press “record” on the camera in my phone and was brought to hell; sacrificed down to the lowest of lows.
I tried to figure out why it happened. I literally asked myself, “I’m a writer who was just there to make honest money to support my writing habit … how do I piece myself back together and how do I carry on?”
Everyday, talented, educated blacks, such as me, are disrespected. We are denied promotions, terminated or not even given consideration for employment in the first place. If we are forcefully employed through ‘diversity programs,’ companies casually employ slick moves to decrease working hours. So though you may be gainfully employed, you’re not gaining enough money and you gain the inclination to quit. They instigate chaos by creating lies and rumors. They blackball us so we find difficulty in getting another job. They incarcerate us. They ensure our educational institutions are improperly funded. They limit our resources. They give us less and expect more.
I wept my heart out to a close friend because I now need help for myself and my decision not to retaliate. I knew I had to go back to my neighborhood, a place where everyone knows if someone hits you, pushes you or spits on you, you hit them back. I constantly thought about how folks there were going to lament me for not fighting back.