When They Call You a Terrorist

Patrisse and Mark Anthony lived for a time in St. Elmo’s, a community started by a Black artist and his nephew in 1969. The artist and his nephew worked with their Black councilman to create a place during the Vietnam War where life could be lived in peace, planting redwoods and gardens that are still there. Over the years, the residents painted murals and told the world that everything that was beautiful was possible. This was the one place Patrisse felt she could live safely and fully as herself, a feeling that was taken from her during the raids that came after she demanded that police stop killing Black people.

It is summer 2013, and police helicopters are flying above Patrisse’s cottage in St. Elmo’s. Patrisse and Mark Anthony have two cottages there and have used them to help Monte heal. Lately, Dignity and Power Now has been demanding that the sheriff’s department be held accountable but also supporting the BLM movement, which makes them a police target. St. Elmo’s was raided earlier in the year (the first time police had entered the village), before BLM began but after protests had started across the U.S.

Patrisse, her friend and fellow BLM activist JT, and his daughter hide in a corner of the cottage as the helicopters get louder. They aren’t sure if they are actively being monitored or just being reminded that, as people of color, they can be taken or killed at any time. This reality has been proven over the years: Oscar Grant, Amadou Diallo, Sean Bell, and Clifford Glover were all killed by police while simply living their lives. Other people who understood this reality include Ida B. Wells when she exposed the names of white lynch mobs, the Deacons of Defense when they protected Black people from white vigilantes and police in the 1960s, and the Black Panthers when they challenged the Oakland Police Department in 1966.

Patrisse and her community are the progeny of these freedom fighters, while police are the progeny of slave catchers—no isolated act of decency can change that. Their goal is to control and kill, not to protect, as evidenced by gang policy doing nothing to end violence and 50 percent of all homicides in the U.S. going unsolved. Someone is killed by police in California every 72 hours, and 63 percent of victims are Black or Latinx. Black people are only six percent of California’s population, yet they are killed at five times the rate of white people and three times the rate of Latinx people.

Patrisse shares these statistics whenever she is asked to speak somewhere, noting that there aren’t stats for all of the Black people who indirectly lose their lives due to racism, such as grief leading to addiction, which leads to cirrhosis, which leads to death. These undocumented and slow deaths come from being told daily that your life doesn’t matter. When police kill, the assumption is that they did so in the name of public safety rather than due to poor training and racism. JT and Patrisse discuss this as the helicopters hover, and they know that even if the police aren’t there for Patrisse, they’re there for another Black or brown person.

Patrisse will not be shocked when police use tear gas and tanks against people protesting the death of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The federal government has provided these weapons to local police departments for decades. (LA was the first place where a SWAT raid was undertaken.) Sitting in her cottage, Patrisse tries to stay alive and prepares herself for the news of another child being killed or arrested and tortured the way Monte was. Have any Black kids been given a slap on the wrist or pointed toward therapy? Why aren’t people like Trayvon, Clifford Glover, or Rekia Boyd given a first chance or a second? Rekia was simply talking with friends in a Chicago park when shot and killed by a cop.

Someone bangs on the door, and Patrisse answers to protect JT since he is dark-skinned and large. If Trayvon, Oscar Grant, and Ramarley Graham could be killed for no real reason, JT could be, too. Patrisse hugs JT’s daughter and then slips outside. She knows that police can’t come in without a warrant, and that they’ve done nothing criminal—just protesting, organizing meetings, painting murals, crying, and demanding justice. Still, she’s terrified to find 12 police officers in riot gear pointing guns at her home. A Latinx officer explains that someone tried to shoot up the police station and may be hiding in the village. Patrisse says no one is here, and the cop asks why she’s shaking. She says that she is scared because of the guns, but that there is no one here, and goes back inside.

Inside, Patrisse and JT hug and try to breathe. They hear the police talking loudly outside about how Patrisse must be afraid because someone inside is manipulating her. Patrisse knows they are inventing a reason to gain entry without a warrant. The police bang on the door, telling them to come outside, and Patrisse wonders if they will be killed. They decide that JT and his daughter should leave together, hoping that they won’t kill him if he’s with her. They are all immediately surrounded at gunpoint and forced into the courtyard outside while other officers raid Patrisse’s house and search it for four hours. Patrisse doesn’t know what they take or destroy—she is treated like a prisoner in a cell who can be removed at will. After this, she moves out.

The first time police entered St. Elmo’s was in February 2013. Patrisse got home from a late-night comedy show and found Mark Anthony handcuffed outside and in pajamas. Before this, no one locked their doors in St. Elmo’s, so a couple police officers had easily gained entry and dragged him out of bed. They said he matched the description of someone committing robberies in the area. Patrisse was furious, wondering how many white people were dragged out of bed after Dylann Roof massacred people in prayer, when Ted Bundy was killing women, or after Columbine. (Most mass shootings in the U.S. are committed by white men.) Patrisse explained that Mark Anthony was her husband, and the police let him go before spending two hours asking questions to find a reason to take him away. Their tactics remind Patrisse of the SS and the KGB, of real terrorists.