What do criminals look like?
Student poet Fatimata Cham shares her poem about the perception of criminals and how the U.S. justice system treats Black people.
I’ve always looked up to my father, the most selfless person I know. My father left his home in the Gambia at 15 and traveled to Côte d'Ivoire, where he built houses. When he immigrated to America in the '90s, he took a lot of those same skills and applied them to his career in carpentry and graphic design. He was very handy, teaching himself the skills he needed for his careers and watching movies to learn how to speak English. He knew that his first priority was always his family back home and what they would need.
Navigating this world as a Black man, my father has faced many challenges. When I was young, the law enforcement accused my father of harming me, violently questioning him for hours. I knew if he hadn’t been Black, they would not have treated him the way they did. Stereotypes continued when we’d go to parent-teacher conferences and my teachers couldn’t believe that my father was involved in my life and cared about my academic success, just because of the way he looked.
When I was thinking about the Black Lives Matter movement and the issues facing Black people in America, I knew I needed a lens to talk about it. Considering how America perceives crimes and treats Black people with regards to criminal justice shows how systemic these issues are. It shows how Black people cannot even do basic things without possibly losing their lives. When I started writing this poem, I was thinking about people’s perceptions and how they largely contribute to how we treat others. Often Black people are criminalized in America, and I wanted readers to really think about the question I keep repeating throughout the poem: What do criminals look like? I wanted people to think about the country we live in and if justice is truly at the center for all people. What is society’s perception of criminals and is that perception true?
This poem means a lot to me as a young Black Muslim woman because it encompasses a large part of my identity. My identity as a Black woman who is unapologetically herself and outspoken about the issues she cares about is something I thought about whilst writing this poem. I also thought about the case of Sandra Bland, an outspoken Black woman who lost her life in police custody after she was arrested during a traffic stop. Being a Muslim woman, I also want to debunk false narratives about Muslims, like people equating Muslims to terrorists.
What do criminals look like?
What do criminals look like?
At a young age I’ve always wondered because
To me
All I saw were women and men who looked like me
Melanated
With brown eyes
Golden specks
Just when the sun hit them
You see light
Black hair
Curls
Kinky or loose
Rough hands from all the work they do
What do criminals look like?
Was it the men who stood outside my house
And protected me
Told me to stay in school
What do criminals look like?
Was it the men with low hanging pants
Who would never dare to go shoot up a school
Because they got too much heart
What does a criminal look like?
Is it the man with strong arms
5’8
Who made sure my dreams
Were his
He was mine and I was his
The man who would sing me lullabies at night
Who stayed awake so I could fall asleep
Peacefully
The man who cared so much
That he’d die for me
The man whom I always worried about
Wondering
if he would come back home
Every time he stepped outside his house
There was a clock on his life
Ticking ticking
Society painted him as a criminal
But he was my father
The one who spoke my native tongue
So well
There were never goodbyes with my father
Only see you later sunshine
What do criminals look like?
Are they the people who sit in Congress
In their gray suits
Pens in hand
Writing legislation
To enslave my people
Mass incarceration
What do criminals look like?
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We don’t want to integrate
What do criminals look like?
Does a criminal look like
Parkland shooting
Sandy hook five
Columbine
Amber guyger
What do criminals look like?
Trayvon martin
A bag of skittles
Tamir rice
Toy pistol
Sandra bland
Traffic stop
What do criminals look like?
Do they have this beautiful scarf wrapped around their head?
Do they have Melanated skin like mine?
Do they prostrate in prayer 5 times?
Or
Do they fast for 30 days
From sunrise to sunset
Do they give Zakat
Do they wait for the Athan
To ring in their ears
What do criminals look like?
They never wait for our hearts to beat twice
They pull the trigger and were gone
Left alone to die
Blood covering our bodies
Leaving our vessels empty
Lifeless corpses
But when we don’t get honored
Until we die
We aren’t celebrated till we die
There’s always a clock on our lives
Ticking ticking
And I’m still asking this question
What do criminals look like?
Do they look like these people who have become hashtags
Or do they look like the people in blue and white uniforms
Saying they are here to protect us
Or do they look like politicians
In grey suits and their deafening silence
What do criminals look like?
I ask myself silently
Looking into the mirror
And wondering if the criminal was me
Because sometimes
People tell you so much
You start to believe it too
It doesn’t matter if I prostrate in prayer
Or wrap this beautiful scarf in happiness
Or if I held my father's hands a little tighter
I always end up losing
Either someone
Or the person staring right back at me
So I ask again
What does a criminal look like?