Folks in Baltimore want to talk. They want action, but they really want to talk too. Something traumatic has happened to them that has affected them spiritually and emotionally and they need to excise that trauma. And talking to a reporter like me isn’t enough to do it. I write about this in my post for The Root Wednesday. It’s about a recent town hall Roland Martin hosted for TV One in Baltimore, but the people attending the town hall regularly tried to show up the panelists with their passion, fears, anger and sadness.
North Charles Street in Baltimore has the names of the dead upon it, written in chalk, going on for several blocks.
The names are starting to fade, under wear and rain, but death is permanent, and that permanence of those dead men, women and children printed in yellows, pinks and blues is on the minds of Baltimore, and those thoughts stretch farther than a few blocks on North Charles Street. So do Baltimore’s problems and its solutions. Both stretch yet ever further away, eluding the grasp of the people.
What will we do? Where will we go, and how will we get there?
Those were some ambitious questions and unrealistic expectations a few hundred of Baltimore’s citizens had of a televised town hall at Morgan State University.