Leonard Pitts writes of the death of a young black girl in Miami.
Makes you wonder about our priorities, the things we deem important. The fact that such a thing can happen and not stir the nation to moral outrage says something. It says that random inner-city murder occurs so often it barely registers as news. And it says, too, that when certain things happen to certain people in certain places, we find them easier to accept. You might even say we expect it, anticipate that from time to time, black kids in the projects will die because punks and gangsters can't shoot straight.
I can't know for sure, but I wonder if Sherdavia, her tender age notwithstanding, didn't expect it, too: she was giving her doll a funeral. It has been said, after all, that black kids in poor and violent places plan their funerals like other kids plan their proms.
Very touching -- and very sad.
And so it goes. This is not a black problem. It is, emphatically, an "American" problem. Unfortunately, it is not an American priority. Until it is, children like Sherdavia will continue to bury their dolls. And their parents will continue to bury them.
Yes, it's an American problem. But it's a problem that white Americans aren't allowed to comment on or attempt to fix -- unless, of course, the shooter is white. If he's black, then we have to shut up and ignore it as if it didn't really happen. That's the problem, Mr. Pitts, and you know it.