Artist Nether works on his Freddie Gray mural. (Photo by Bonnie J. Schupp)
Racial tension haunts Baltimore
across chasm of 45 years
Today marks the 45th anniversary of Ohio National Guard soldiers
fatally shooting four students during a protest of the Vietnam War at Kent
State University. The eventual Pulitzer Prize-winning photo of a young girl kneeling
in anguish over the body of one of the slain students ran atop the front page
of newspapers across the world.
In the next morning's edition of The Baltimore Sun, the Kent
State story ran under the picture. But the lede story -- at the top right of
the page -- carried my first front-page byline, and had nothing to do with the shootings
or the increasingly unpopular war that was raging in Southeast Asia.
My story was about policing and racial tension in the City
of Baltimore.
You don't see much these days about war protests, even though
America has been at war for close to 14 years in Afghanistan and Iraq.
But racial tension is back in the news in Charm City, in the
wake of the arrest by city police officers, and subsequent death, of 25-year-old
Freddie Gray in a westside neighborhood little changed economically or demographically
since the rioting here and elsewhere that followed the 1968 murder of the Rev.
Martin Luther King Jr.
My story began with a call to the city desk by a priest at a
Catholic church along Old York Road, about two miles north of the central
downtown area. A man who had been robbed had come knocking at rectory door in
the wee hours, seeking help. To the priest's astonishment when he called the
police, he was told that officers could not respond there because it was a
"gray area."
It turned out there were half a dozen so-called "gray
areas" around the city, each of them near the location of headquarters of what
were perceived as black militant groups. In this case, it was a group called
Making a Nation, located more than a block away on Cator Avenue. The fact that the city police were refusing
response to portions of Baltimore out of fear of provoking racial unrest was
stunning enough to make it the top front-page story in Baltimore the next
morning.
Not many people remember my story. Kent State, however, was
and remains a watershed moment in American history.
The "gray areas" fiasco proved to be
misinterpretation of a directive issued by then-police commissioner Donald D.
Pomerleau for officers not to respond to any of the addresses occupied by
black militant groups without the
presence of supervisory personnel.
You don't hear the term "black militant groups" in
Baltimore these days. More often, you hear about street violence and gang
disputes over drug territory. The 2015 gang roll call: Crips, Bloods, Black
Guerrilla Family. They were more about turf control for drug dealing and crime
than addressing racial inequities in Baltimore -- until last week, when gang
leaders came together seeking to discourage the rioting and disorder that
brought a surge of thousands of police officers and National Guard soldiers
into town.
In 1970, Baltimore was a powder keg of racial tension. It
was just two years after the King riots, whites were fleeing to the suburbs in
ever-increasing numbers, the downtown shopping district was in its death throes, and police were trying to avoid
confrontations that might make matters worse.
Forty-five years later, the city population has shrunk to
about 630,000. Parts of Baltimore look like ghost towns for all the vacant buildings.
Poverty is endemic, opportunity elusive. The American Dream -- well, what is
it? Does it even exist in cities like Baltimore? Or is it just an American Nightmare
now.
Today, driving through town, we were passing through a
section where a week ago young people had been throwing rocks and bottles at
riot-equipped cops in skirmishes broadcast live on television, globally. It was
an explosion of the racial powder keg, again.
At the intersection of Mount and Presbury streets, an outdoor
mural artist who uses the name Nether was rolling brown paint to create a giant
image of Freddie Gray's face, flanked by a scene of marchers for social
justice.
There was not a police officer or soldier in sight.
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