How I Survived Racial Discrimination As A Son Of Nigerian Immigrant In US, By Dr Ladi Oki

The last couple of weeks have been a baleful one for the united state of America. This is so as the once bastion of human freedom became the hotbed of political unrest and civil disobedience.

The death of 46-year-old Floyd George further validated the social inequality and racial discrimination that have become ingrained in the consciousness of people of colour, especially blacks in the country.

America has a long petrifying history of extrajudicial killing of blacks by the system-backed police, but the killing of Floyd appears to be the one that will upset the apple cart.

This racial discrimination and police brutality become even more worrisome when one comes to the realization that the very system that’s supposed to check the excesses of this power drunk, gun-toting and trigger happy police officers is the one implicitly, and even in some circumstances explicitly, supporting the unconscionable and abominable attitude of these monsters masquerading as law enforcement personnel.

The events that characterised the aftermath of Floyd’s death have to some extent eroded the credibility and posturing of the US as the palladium of human rights and the metaphor of a free world and quintessential democracy, one which any country aspiring to greatness should look up.

The result of this, if American does not get its act together and abolish the systemic and institutionalised racial discriminations, will have a telling effect on the world order. It will whittle its power among the comity of nations. The countries that look up to it as a role model will begin to have a change of mind and those who do not buy into the idealogy that it’s selling will turn it to a source of derision.

Following the Floyd’s incident, Many African Americans have begun to recount their ordeal in the hands of the system that’s meant to protect them.

Ladi Oki, a physician, narrates his travails as a black in America. He shares how he deftly navigates the landmines of social injustice and racial discriminations, and how he was able to sidestep the mines. His narrative explores the impact of events on an individual’s heart and mind.
Oladimeji Oki ~

These past few weeks have been some of the hardest I have ever been through.

Smartphones have fundamentally changed how we, as a society, experience police violence against communities of color. I’ve been haunted by the visual document of people who look like me–like brothers and sisters, like my parents, like uncles and aunts–having their lives extinguished. I have only been able to sleep a couple of nights over these past few weeks.

These smartphone videos have also changed the conversations around what I would call systemic state-sponsored police terrorism. There is no longer any ambiguity; these situations are no longer “he said/she said.” For decades, Black people have been shouting that this was happening; for decades, police have been lying. It’s only recently, with these videos, that the facts are speaking for themselves, and that our white counterparts are seeing our stories. No longer can anyone feign ignorance.

And now, needing visual evidence to be believed feels like a continuation of the traumatization of my community.

I think back to my youth, growing up on names like Rodney King, Amadou Diallo, Sean Bell and many more. Hearing their murderers praised while they themselves were often demonized after death. Understanding that the US viewed me as less than, not worthy, not human. Realizing the brutal fact that my mere existence places me at risk. I think about my youngest brother (twelve years younger than me) who grew up with the names Trayvon Martin, Sandra Bland, Tamir Rice, Michael Brown and many more. I think about a Black kid today who will always remember the names Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd and many more.

I’m engaged to be married and may someday have children who will have their own set of names burned into their memories and nightmares. By the time I think to have the conversation with them, the world will already have shown them the truth.

I think about my parents, who came to this country as adults. My father telling me about the first time he was pulled over and realized that it was because he was Black. How he learned what areas to avoid driving in. I think about the American (and Western) myth of equality.

I start thinking about next steps while finding myself overcome by frustration and anger. I reflect on the media coverage of the protests, the false equivalence that deems state-sponsored murder and the righteous outrage of an oppressed populace to be “equally bad.” The call for peaceful protests and the reality of not-peaceful police; the condemnation of those in pain; the condescending “right way to protest” narrative. The invocation of MLK by people who never have anything to say when the camera-phone video of a cop killing a Black person goes viral.

They want things to go back to normal, but I don’t want that to happen.

“Normal” is the state that enabled COVID to inflict illness and death so much more ferociously on communities of color than on others. “Normal” is a state that allows white people armed with weapons to march on the state capitols because they want haircuts, and to receive presidential support for that, while demonstrators against Black murder are met with tear gas, rubber bullets, curfews, presidential threats and more death.

This isn’t acceptable.

Here is my request to my Black friends, colleagues and coworkers: Please take care of yourself. Act/demonstrate however you see fit. Don’t let anyone tell you how to process your pain/anger/fear/frustration. BE YOU. This burden we carry is heavy and destructive and was forced upon us.

To my white colleagues, especially those who consider themselves allies: I thank those of you who have reached out and sparked conversations individually and within groups. But acknowledging our pain

and making us feel heard is no longer enough. I ask that you start looking for ways that you can combat systemic/institutional racism and follow through. Become anti-racists. Acknowledge the privilege and power you have been given by society, and use it to break systems of oppression.

We can’t go back to normal. We can’t.

About the author:

Ladi Oki is an assistant professor of family medicine at the Albert Einstein College of Medicine and faculty in the Department of Family and Social Medicine at Montefiore Medical Center, in the Bronx. “I enjoy meeting the students and residents here who will go on to push the world forward. I was inspired to write this piece after seeing how different the conversations around the murders and protests were in different settings (institutional, social, media). I wanted to frame my own narrative.”