Crisis Remains And Cultures Killed
I don’t know much about the 1980’s besides the fact that I was born in 1986. My mother was 24 years old and my father was 27. My father was an inmate at Rahway State Prison and accidently dialed my mother’s home phone number. Either she was very bored that day, or just liked talking to inmates. That’s how they met, and the rest was history…….
My story is only one of many types of scenarios that led to dysfunctional families during the 80’s and 90’s. We all know how hard CRACK hit Urban America during the Ronald Reagan era. Just Say No right? I remember being on the porch of our apartment building, playing with salt & pepper packets imitating the drug dealers I saw on a daily basis, while O.P.P.( Naughty By Nature) blasted from a someone’s Sony radio. I didn’t know any better. As kids, many of us watched our mothers become addicted to both CRACK and Heroin. While our fathers went to prison for distributing the same drugs our mothers were addicted too. Our cities were packed with women who were willing to sell their children’s Sega Genesis for a hit. And packed with men who used prison as a revolving door, spending their CRACK profits on Jordan’s and leather 8 ball jackets. What happened to the kids of these parents who were caught in the “Crack Trap”? Most of us are now between the ages of 18 and 35, children of the CRACK era in Urban America. We loved are grandparents, aunts, and uncles for treating us like their own children. Our culture was tarnished because of so many insecurities created by unfortunate situations that were out of our control. We were embarrassed and insecure because of the whispers in the school cafeteria about the drug abuse of our mothers. We were embarrassed and insecure because of the conversations amongst teachers about the absence of our fathers. Instead of having a culture that we flourished in with creativity, intelligence, and strength, we became angry, embarrassed, and purely ignorant because of the lack of guidance. Many of us repeated the cycle of our parents. We might smoke marijuana but we are still children of the CRACK era. The effect of that time period still lingers, it shows in our classrooms and even in today’s music. Most of us ( Children of the Era) are now parents ourselves. We have the choice to either continue the cycle, or to make a conscience decision to redefine our culture. The crisis that CRACK created is an ongoing battle. Don’t think so? Go into any urban school, and speak to a 7th grader about their life and culture. They are still wearing the Jordan’s that our fathers sold CRACK to get. Crisis Remains and Cultures have been Killed.