Baltimore’s Cyclist Assaults are Motivated by Race, Class

Two weeks ago we wrote at length about Baltimore’s neighborhoods and their racial and class divides. The lines between neighborhoods, and between black and white are very finely drawn and are as old as our city itself. They haven’t changed very much since the period of white flight after the Jim Crow era, and they’re unlikely to blur or change any time soon.

Last weekend cyclist Michael Bowman found himself riding directly along one of those dividing lines when he was attacked by a group of teenagers. Bowman posted the helmet-cam video of the attack on YouTube where it was subsequently picked up by the Sun, the City Paper, and all four local news channels.

Personally we found the coverage to be somewhat lacking, and the discussions that followed online to be troubling for a number of reasons. We’re writing today as a cyclist who frequents Guilford Avenue, but more than that we’re writing as an Urban White Liberal cyclist, to our fellow Urban White Liberal cyclists who- let’s face it- make up most of what’s thought of as “Baltimore’s Bicycling Community.” We’re going to spend the rest of this post talking about things that make us a little uncomfortable to write, and might make our fellow cyclists a little uncomfortable to read or consider, but which we nonetheless believe to be true.

First we want to mention the reasons why this attack is newsworthy. This quick and ultimately relatively minor assault deserves coverage for several reasons, even though many more serious crimes garner far less press. Bowman’s assault is part of a years-long pattern of youth attacking cyclists. Especially in the Station North area, but also in most parts of the city anyone riding a bike needs to be aware of the type and frequency of these attacks. The public knowing about them is more important than say, two neighbors coming to blows over an ongoing dispute. This story is also particularly of interest to the media because there is video to be shown and a victim who’s willing to sit nicely for an interview. But perhaps most importantly it deserves coverage because it’s a case of racial violence.

The media didn’t cover it that way, and the victim didn’t frame it that way, but there can be no question that Bowman and other cyclists are being attacked for reasons having everything to do with race and class. Even while pointing out that a pattern exists, news outlets have stopped short of investigating the racial and economic makeup of that pattern, which has been poor black kids attacking white middle class bike riders. To be fair, it takes a lot more time and effort to fully report on the pattern than is possible to do while the story is still ‘breaking.’ A wider investigation into cyclist assaults would be very welcome and instructive for all concerned. Personally, we used to live at Calvert and Lafayette, and as a cyclist we’ve been spit at and called things like “white bitch” when traversing the blocks where Bowman was attacked. If the guy with that helmet cam had been fifty years old, black, and dressed like he fit in to Barclay or Greenmount West those kids would have let him pass by. They were waiting for someone exactly like Bowman.

If you’ve seen Michael Bowman giving interviews like this one with ABC 2 it’s pretty hard to dispute that he perfectly fits the profile of the Urban White Liberal Cyclist (as does the Chop). Bowman dresses well and rides a pretty nice bike. As the reports indicate he lives in Fell’s Point, works in Federal Hill, and was on his way to socialize in Hampden. He even met the reporter at Artifact Coffee. Bowman is an A-1 example of White Baltimore, and whether anyone wants to admit it or not that’s got a lot to do with why he was attacked. Besides being an easy target, a lone cyclist can also be a convenient symbol for inequality. A man on a bike is emblematic of the new money finding its way into Station North and a reminder that the changes taking place there don’t and aren’t meant to benefit everyone.

It’s pretty safe to say that Urban White Liberals have no appetite at all to think of neighborhoods or crimes in racial terms. We’d refer you again to Bowman’s Channel 2 interview in which he says of his attackers “I wish they had something to do maybe they could come out and join us. If they asked any of the cyclists if they want to come out on a bike ride they’d probably say yeah I’ll help you get a bike we’ll do this.” which is a pretty absurd and naive statement. We’re not sure where Bowman is from, but in the Baltimore where we grew up if someone is stomping you in the middle of the street it’s a clue that they don’t like you very much, and certainly don’t want to go on a leisurely bike ride with you. We Liberals are quick to find racial motivations in cases of White-on-Black violence, but when we’re the victims we like to shake our heads and say ‘oh, they’re just children. The system must have failed them many times over.’ No matter how enlightened and empathetic Urban White Liberals like to think we are, the kids who attacked Bowman probably know quite a bit about race and class too, and they didn’t learn any of it in a college textbook.

The thing that White Liberals just can’t seem to wrap our heads around in so many different scenarios is that we don’t get to decide when it’s about Race. And deciding not to talk about the racial implications isn’t going to make them go away.

There seems to be very little desire among Urban White Liberal cyclists to have a discussion (at least online) that goes much deeper than “be aware and try to be safe out there.” While the comment sections under the original YouTube Video and this City Paper post are mostly racist idiots spouting off, there’s very little talk about the incident in places like Bike Party’s Facebook or /r/bikemore. As referenced in the City Paper post Bikemore did issue a statement, which was much in the same turn-the-other-cheek tone that Bowman expressed. It’s very politically correct, and uses phrases like “safe places for youth to learn and engage in positive activities,” and “we should also use this unfortunate event as an opportunity to teach young people the impact of their actions and address the underlying causes of the assault.”

We agree that the city has failed many of its poorest, blackest communities. We agree that kids should have more resources available and that the police and media shouldn’t care more about affluent white victims than anyone else. We believe that the answer isn’t to sentence criminals (especially minors) more harshly and all that other good old Liberal Dogma. But there’s a time and place for all of that. For now the kids who attacked Bowman aren’t ‘just kids,’ they’re criminals, and once their names are known to police they’ll be fugitives, and what the ultimate outcome will be is and should be up to a judge to decide.

So what should you, as an Urban White Liberal cyclist, do now? You should get real. You should understand that you are a target because of who you are.

We hate to say it but you should ride up Charles or Howard Streets. Those kids live East of Guilford. Stay the fuck away from them. Brave the cars. Not that any street is 100% safe (the area around the Ottobar is another particular hotspot for criminals seeking out a certain kind of victim) but unless you’re itching for a fight it pays to stay further away from shitty neighborhoods. (Hint: the first step is admitting that shitty neighborhoods exist. Calling them ‘underserved’ or ’emerging’ doesn’t make them any less shitty.)

We hate even more to say that you should be a little afraid. We Urban White Liberals like to imagine a world where no one ever has to be afraid. We work really hard to condition away race-based prejudices and fears, but being street smart means coping with the world we actually live in, not the one we wish we had. If you see a group of kids walking or standing around in the street or riding bikes against traffic you should stay the hell away from them. Just because you’ve got empathy and respect for everyone you encounter doesn’t mean they like you too. It’s true that most groups of kids don’t mean to do you harm, but some do, and there’s just no way to tell the difference until it’s too late. The only way to develop that gut check feeling about what’s normal behavior and what might be suspect is to ride a lot of mileage through many parts of the city. Not that it’s his fault, but we doubt that Bowman knew what to look for and probably didn’t feel much fear until it was too late. It sucks to have to size up children as a threat and go out of your way to avoid them, but it doesn’t suck as badly as getting attacked and losing your bike. If you find yourself in a situation like Bowman did the best thing you can do is recognize it early and not come within half a block of danger.

And lastly you should realize that even though they’re kids they’re still attacking you. Just because the kids who steal bikes are under 18 doesn’t mean that they won’t hesitate to use bottles, bricks, boards and anything else available to do you very serious harm. If you’re under attack and fleeing isn’t an option you should absolutely fight back as best you can while calling out for help, up to and including using a U lock, mace, or anything else in your defense. Those kids didn’t feel bad for attacking Bowman, and would have hurt him much worse if not for those sirens. It’s hard to know how you’ll react in any particular scenario, but however you react White Liberal Guilt will definitely not save you.

Two Shows in Baltimore Tomorrow

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Here at the Baltimore Chop we love it when the people who book punk rock shows compete directly for our attention. The two shows happening tomorrow at Golden West and the Gold Bar are a classic case of this, and it’s a really tough decision to make picking between the two.

If you’re having the same difficulty here’s a few tracks to help you make up your mind. Or just stay home cause you’re probably tired and broke from waking up early and spending all your money at Record Store Day.

Protomartyr @ Gold Bar Tonight

The Chop was introduced to the music of Detroit’s Protomaryr only very recently. So an in-depth record review is not the order of the day here. We’re just gonna keep this post very simple. To put it like the Iron Sheik might put it:

Is this band the Real or Take a Fucking Walk???

We’re here to tell you they are The Real. Protomartyr is among the rightful heirs to the Sisters of Mercy and Bauhaus. Here’s what NPR’s First Listen had to say:

“Casey’s portrayal of the Motor City conjures the same beaten pathos that Joy Division and The Smiths extracted from the malaise of Manchester, England, some 30-plus years ago. But his mates in Protomartyr go about it with garage-rock grit befitting their city’s less-romanticized lineage.”

If you dig contemporary bands like Lower Dens and Puerto Rico Flowers You need to get yourself out to the Gold Bar tonight to see Protomartyr for yourself when they come through town in support of their new record Under Color of Official Right, out now on Hardly Art. Here’s a track from that album, enjoy.


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A Word About Running at Baltimore’s Parks

Now that Spring is here and the weather is increasingly fine we’re beginning to see more and more runners and joggers out around Baltimore. It’s a perfect opportunity for us to put up a link to this post from 2011 about the small percentage of runners who are complete assholes and insist on running through crowded commercial blocks to show off.

We said then that they should perhaps try running around one of the city’s reservoirs. After a trip to Lake Montebello this week we have some good news to report: a significant number of those asshole runners took our advice. The bad news is that they’re still complete assholes.

Lake Montebello recently underwent a major renovation and is specifically designed for jogging, walking and cycling for exercise and recreation. The running and cycling trails are very clearly marked with large arrows and signage at regular intervals. On any given day there are hundreds of people of all ages and backgrounds circling the lake with no problem. But there are a few fucking jerkoffs who insist on running in the opposite direction of the several hundred other joggers, usually in the middle of the bike lane.

It didn’t take us more than one lap around on a sunny day to realize that everybody who insists on being a complete and total selfish prick of a piece of human garbage had a few things in common: first, they all appear to be “in training.” They’re the type of runner who has a membership at a running store and competes in races regularly. They’ve all got running-specific attire and some are running shirtless. Being a “serious” runner in their minds means that they shouldn’t have to be bothered to pass slower runners just trying to stay in shape. The rules don’t apply to them at all because they can run 8 mph while all the neighborhood folks top out at 5. If they’re really that serious they should take their asses to an actual track. If they don’t have access to a track, well gee, maybe they’re not so elite after all, huh?

The other thing we noticed that all these dickheads have in common is this: they’re all white men. At the risk of sounding like the Internet PC police, it is fucking infuriating to us to see several young, fit, presumably monied white men all decide independently that the rules just don’t fucking apply to them. It’s as if they show up to the lake and say ‘Gee, the several hundred (mostly over 45, mostly African American) people from this neighborhood who have gathered to enjoy this community resource present a slight inconvenience to my own personal running regimen, which is obviously more important than anyone else’s. So I’ll just do whatever the fuck I want because these rules are clearly not meant to apply to me. And if anyone says anything about it they’re the asshole.”

Well guess what you miserable pieces of dogshit-in-a-bib. The rules do fucking apply to you! And no matter how fast you can run you can’t run as fast as our bicycle which makes 20mph moving in the right direction in the designated bicycle lane.

To recap: if you’re a privileged white dude who runs in the opposite direction at lakes you deserve not just the clocking with a U lock that we’re dying to give you as we pass, but to fall in the lake and drown and have your waterlogged corpse dredged up and impaled on a one-way sign as a warning to the rest of your kind.

Netflix Queue Review: April 2014

We mentioned in a previous post that we think House of Cards is a very mediocre show. This blog has taken the position that if HOC’s production company is going to blackmail state lawmakers with the threat of leaving Maryland then Annapolis should tell them to go screw. We’ll refer you again to an excellent City Paper piece from that time explaining how film tax credits are a ripoff to governments and represent a national race to the bottom economically.

Now that the session in Annapolis is over the chickens have come home to roost on that one and lawmakers have given in to House of Cards’ extortionary tactics and coughed up $18.5 million for season 3. According to a Sun story this week, $2.5 million of that will come at the expense of state arts programs. That means less money for things like local museums and festivals, and more money for Hollywood producers. So we’re done. We won’t be watching House of Cards anymore. But fortunately for us there’s plenty more to see on Netflix. Let’s have a look at some of it, shall we?

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The Punk Singer

We were very excited when the Punk Singer, a documentary on Bikini Kill/Le Tigre singer Kathleen Hanna popped up in our home screen. It was one of those things we decided to watch immediately, without even adding it to the list. The film itself is interesting and well-made. Twenty years later it should be obvious to anyone that Kathleen Hanna deserves and has attained full-blown Icon Status in the punk community, on par with the likes of Sid Vicious and Darby Crash. Looking back now it’s clear that the work that Bikini Kill contributed was even more important than anyone might have thought at the time.

Unlike Vicious or Crash though, Kathleen is of course still with us and doesn’t get to be seventeen forever. As much as anything this is the story of how Hanna transitioned from amazing-teen-phenom to ordinary-middle-aged-woman. How does the story end for Rebel Girl? She marries a guy in a much more successful band and retreats from rock and activism to live off major label royalties and get treatment for Lyme Disease. The whole thing is sort of depressing. ★ ★ ★

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Submarine

A kid in Wales wants to lay his girlfriend and help save his parents’ marriage. Everyone in this movie is perfectly ordinary and dull, but the movie itself somehow manages not to be. We liked it but we’re not sure why. We understand that that makes for a terrible and unhelpful review but oh well, it’s pretty good is all. ★ ★ ★

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Gimme the Loot

The premise of this movie is that two up and coming graffiti artists want to tag the Mets’ Home Run Apple at Citi Field. The film opens with some sort of public access footage of real graffiti writers talking about tagging the apple in the mid-80’s. So just when you think you’re about to watch the greatest movie ever it gets really boring really quickly. These two kids don’t ever go to Citi Field. Instead they just sell weed and try to scare up a few hundred bucks and the dude has a dopey crush on a yuppie chick. It’s almost like they wanted to make the Kids remake that no one asked for. We’re not sure how this director managed to completely fuck up such a great idea for a movie, but fuck it up he did- and how! ★

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Ed

On the opposite side of the spectrum is Ed, a complete garbage throwaway comedy for kids that we actually really liked a lot. It’s formulaic Hollywood pablum, to be sure- but it’s about a chimpanzee who plays third base for a minor league ballclub. He was going to be the mascot, you see, but a ballplayer is a ballplayer, ape or no. And the club wants to sell tickets so they give him a contract. That could happen, right? it’s not like he talks or anything! Throughout the picture Matt Leblanc plays second fiddle to the chimp in a role perfectly suited to his acting abilities. ★ ★ ★ ★

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Nesting

Another movie we didn’t expect to like was Nesting. The description makes it sound like one of those lackluster two star indie flicks that Netflix buys on the cheap to play to its main demographic. And it is, we guess. But it’s pretty good nonetheless. Fearing suburbanization and becoming-your-parentsness this dude convinces his wife to squat in the apartment they shared when they were twentysomething PBR hipsters and not thirtysomething Wallpaper Magazine hipsters. If this guy was real he’d be totally punchable and would deserve to have his wife leave him forever in the first reel. But that’s what’s nice about movies, the dickheads in them are often not real. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t get punched and after getting himself and his wife into hot water all his loser friends from the mall go all It’s a Wonderful Life on him. Clarence gets his wings and the landlady’s spoiled teenage daughter gets a cool apartment to live in. A bungalow in the suburbs isn’t so bad after all. ★ ★ ★