On a phone call with local artist and community organizer D.A. Bullock earlier this week, I imagined what might have happened if I’d faced similar accusations leveled last month against state Sen. Nicole Mitchell after an incident at her stepmother’s home in Detroit Lakes.
She was arrested and faces first-degree burglary charges and calls for her resignation.
“I wonder how many times the police would have shot me if I’d gone into someone’s home, for any reason, wearing all-black in the middle of the night,” I asked Bullock.
We both laughed but we also knew it was true.
I called Bullock, an award-winning filmmaker in Minneapolis, to vent about Mitchell’s situation.
Her predicament has been met by members of her community with love, kindness, support and consideration. Families are complicated. And family drama is not an issue of race, gender or class. Some folks deal with it from the moment they’re born. For others, it comes later in life. But we all have to navigate familial challenges.
Mitchell, DFL-Woodbury, has denied the police account that she broke into her stepmother’s home and stole items and, instead, said she’d gone there for a wellness check on a family member. She said she entered the home in part because of the grief she’s endured after losing her father. As a result, her supporters have cautioned that any untoward behavior was the result of the emotional burdens that losing a dear relative can yield. My friends and family members who’ve lost parents have described the days, months and years that followed as a blur.
But I also witnessed an affluent white woman in Minnesota receive the benefit of the doubt young Black men and women accused of crimes in this city rarely enjoy. I am fine with the empathy, but why isn’t it granted to others? That’s the part that bothered me. I know Black folks in their 40s, 50s and 60s who continue to grapple with decisions they made in their teens, long before they had their full cerebral capabilities. And when they made those choices, folks did not consider their circumstances or predicaments. They were, like so many others, simply discarded by an inequitable justice system before anyone thought to say, “Let’s find out what really happened here.”