THERE IS NO MAN MORE DANGEROUS than the one who has been groomed to pursue power and wealth yet has to achieve any. He will seek desperately to elevate his social standing by means of violence for little or no reason other than to appease the calling of his inner ego. His circumstance having been proscribed too little resource-both intellectually and materially-has seemingly left him without alternative. Thus violence has become to his soul what drugs are to a junkie’s addiction. As with any drug, the chemical reaction elevates the endorphin levels and causes a great sense of pleasure. So too the power differential wielded by the addiction of violence which causes one to lash out. This, in itself, becomes too great of a force for the impressionable to resist. It intoxicates the reason, causing one to at times indiscriminately impose it where challenged or threatened. Despite the reality of these perceived threats, violence in his mind empowers him by victimizing another. For violence is about power. To his afflicted soul it has bestowed the reins of a king’s chariot. It has encouraged the once timid for the cost of a bullet and transformed the meager into the now distinguished with the pull of the trigger. Violence has nourished the ego by distorting and bolstering a barbaric mentality. He is a savage now provided with the means to steel himself against the elements.  

Add to this the mechanical use of force witnessed daily in the arena of American politics, and the hitter (i.e., a cold-blooded killer) manifests. For his activities were taken from the history books illustrating American political figures who taught to accomplish self-fulfillment and defy the boundaries of a world that has no respect for him, he must lash out in a fury of violence so as to be successful and respected. Needless to say, his willingness to follow suit creates a perspective worldview that too often is mistaken for courage and authenticity. Thus he strives to assert himself and become an intimidating figure to the world before him out of a desperate need for recognition and success. The spellbinding nature of violence, he has learned, commands respect from all. The clout of which stems from his menacing ability to take life without hesitation. The world, thereby, becomes his hostage in cold blood.  

Yet it remains to be told who the real captive is. For his own insecurities, emotional pains, and an ego defensive unwittingly bind him to a complex that ultimately works to the disadvantage of his own well being. All of which compel him to lash out as he does in a feeble effort to mask feelings of inadequacy and loneliness with intimidation. Desperate, he is determined to be acknowledged in a world that otherwise does not see him. The anticipated pain of his violence, therefore, becomes the language of the unheard. Or in the words of Rollo May:

To inflict pain and torture at least proves that one can affect somebody… The mood of the anonymous person is, If I cannot affect or touch anybody, I can at least shock you into some feeling, force you into some passion through wounds of pain; I shall at least make sure we both feel something, and I shall force you to see me and know that I also am here! Many a child or adolescent has forced the group to take cognizance of him by destructive behavior; and though he is condemned, at least the community notices him. To be activity hated is almost as good as to be actively liked; it breaks down the utterly unbearable situation of anonymity and aloneness….

When considering the psychosis that comes of these insecurities, emotional disturbances, etc., May directs us to the work of Anthony Storr who describes “it more from the point of view of individual psychopathology [holding] that the schizoid person is cold, aloof, superior, and detached. This may erupt in violent aggression. All of which, says Storr, is a complex mask for a repressed longing for love. The detachment of the schizoid is a defense against hostility and has its source in a distortion of love and trust in infancy which renders him forever fearing love ‘because it threatens his very existence.'”” Given the callous nature of his rendering environment, his presumably violent behavior is indeed a reaction-a defense mechanism as Storr has provided-which interacts with the ego’s response to each ploy of violence enacted to build his sense of security. So much so, he becomes too sure of himself feeding on the distortion within the environment-the guns and drugs that are readily available to facilitate his destruction. Thus, Domestic Genocide becomes most probable due to the fact that his arrogance does not allow for him to recognize a vice foretelling of fatality. In other words, he has been mislead by a man of steel complex promoting bullet proof beliefs and practices which ultimately get him lead-checked. This is so because his mind is consumed with illogical and reckless thought: “The moves I use I can’t lose.” And this could very well be so but for the truth that there is always another who will out think him or is more adept.  

Yet this is a reality he cares little to take heed to. That is, until that fatal moment where his security has been breeched and his world crumbles and collides with the sounds of his own screams. Otherwise, he neither respects nor considers the wisdom of these words and thereby thrusts into the future of his own destructive consequence. Here, awaits a beast in the shadow of his arrogance which has failed to caution him to a potentially real expiration date.

 As for the violent extremes he is willing to demonstrate in order to fulfill the sense of recognition he needs to feel adequate? It is driven by the depth of his pains which ail him so and provoke him about recklessly. This is the sort of pain that arms are too short to wrap around. It is tormenting and too often rooted in abuse of every sort ranging from child molestation to racism. The consequence of which is comparable to the affects and methods used to make a vicious fighting dog. One method is to take a puppy, say a pit bull, and place it in a small cage (cf., the ghetto and prison). Then as the days pass you starve it to the point it is willing to kill and eat anything you place in the cage with it. Occasionally, you may even rattle the cage with a stick or something which eventually drives it crazy. Another method is to rough play the puppy; constantly irritating it until it learns to lash out in rage every time it is aggressively handled. Comparatively, these methods provide insight on the affects of physical and mental abuse and how they potentially lead to violent behavior. 

Having been overdosed with a prescription of such abuses, not to mention that of America’s racial hatred, he suffers from sensory deprivation. To vent the emotional build up of these pains his social isolation and self-hate encourage him to venomously attack his surroundings. Whereby, his community becomes his escape-goat to enact genocide. Unquestionably, violence has become his drug of choice. Therefore, what in a typical situation could be excused by an apology, in this state of mind, it will be excused only by tossing lead.  

Consequently, the funeral parlor becomes his art gallery and makeshift memorials of stuffed animals, liquor bottles, wilted flowers, and white T’s affixed to hydrants, chain-link fences, and mailboxes-go up daily marking “Ground Zero.” Without a shadow of doubt, murder is the foreseen consequence of a psychosis that has been conditioned by a world predisposed to hate and violence. It has impaired his ability to reflect with depth the moral correctness of his discipline against others. For, the sensory deprivation to which he suffers taints his ego driven strife to achieve self-fulfillment. Forsaken then is both objective reasoning and consideration of what is humane and just. Again, he is the savage-an autonomous creature of the wild completely indifferent to the feelings, needs, and existence of others.  

As such, he is posed to kill (or die) daily because the angry summon vengeance; the fearful seek security; the envious seek completion; the spiteful snivel for pacification; the depressed wail for serenity; and, most disheartening, the attention starved seek recognition-anticipated with the pull of a trigger. This is why we die “shot in the head and shot in the gut and shot in the back and shot in the chest and shot in the thigh. We die on asphalt and on concrete, and lying in bed and slumped against refrigerators and prostrate on gurneys in the back of ambulances hurtling down city streets and quietly inside, too, in the soul a little, at the carnage.””  

From this naturally flourishes the principles written on his belief window, which have instilled a sort of twisted pride and recognition as that dude who will take life just as a mother gave it. To her, her child’s life is the personification of a soul viewed in the most favorable light. To him, life is statistical fodder for a report that reads: “Homicide is the leading cause of death for Black men ages 15-25.”” This represents to him the fact that men hunt men as if cannibals. Thus, it’s survival of the fittest. Be it headhunting or a police manhunt, the life or death circumstances of the ghetto have purposefully, and to his detriment, taught him all the markers and applications of tracking down and ultimately taking down the prey-his fellow brethren.  

As time passes he will bury one after another failing to place in context the flaw of his character-the whole of his existence has been corroded by violence. Again, he has been desensitized by circumstances which do not allow reflection to note how, little-by-little, the very essence of his existence (i.e., his humanism) has been wiped away each time he was made to bare more than his weight in oppression.

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