by John W. Fountain

Imagine Soldier Field beyond capacity, brimming with 63,879 young African-American men, ages 18 to 24 -- more than U.S. losses in the entire Vietnam conflict.

Imagine the University of Michigan’s football stadium -- the largest in the U.S. -- filled to its limit of 109,901 with black men, age 25 and older. Now add 28,223 more -- together totaling more than U.S. deaths in World War I.

Picture two UIC Pavilions packed with 12,658 Trayvon Martins -- black boys, ages 14 to 17 -- nearly twice the number of U.S. lives lost in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Now picture all of them dead. The national tally of black males 14 and older murdered in America from 1976 through 2005, according to U.S. Bureau of Justice statistics: 214,661.

The numbers tell only part of the story of this largely urban war, where the victims bear an uncanny resemblance to their killers. A war of brother against brother, filled with wanton and automatic gunfire, even in the light of day, on neighborhood streets, where little boys make mud pies, schoolgirls jump rope, where the innocent are caught in the crossfire, where the spirit of murder blows like the wind.

It is, so far, a ceaseless war in which guns are often the weapon of choice, and the finger on the trigger of the gun pointed at a black male is most often another black male’s.

The numbers alone are enough to make me cry -- to wonder why -- we as African Americans will march en masse over one slain by someone who is not black, and yet sit silent over the hundreds of thousands of us obliterated from this mortal world by someone black like us, like me. It is a numbing truth borne out by hard facts:

From 1980 through 2008, 93 percent of black victims were killed by blacks.

Translation: For every Trayvon Martin killed by someone not black, nine other blacks were murdered by someone black.

In 2005, -- blacks -- accounted for 13 percent of the U.S. population but 49 percent of all homicides. The numbers are staggering, the loss incomprehensible.

Add to the tally of black males 14 and older slain across the country from 1976 to 2005, another 29,335 (slain from 2006 to 2010), and their national body count rises to 243,996, representing 82 percent of all black homicides for that 35-year period. What also becomes clear is this: We too often have raised killers. And this war is claiming our sons.

But that’s still not the end of the story. Add to that number 51,892 black females ages 14 and older, plus five whose gender was not identifiable, and the total, not counting children, is 295,893 -- more than the combined U.S. losses of World War I, the Vietnam, Korean and Mexican-American wars, the War of 1812 and the American Revolutionary War.

Is the blood of these sons and daughters somehow less American?

Two hundred ninety-five thousand eight hundred ninety-three...

Imagine the United Center, Wrigley Field, U.S. Cellular Field and Soldier Field nearly all filled simultaneously with black boys, girls, men and women. Now imagine that twice over. Now imagine them all dead.

As far as I can see, that’s at least 295,893 reasons to cry. And it is cause enough for reticent churches, for communities, for lackadaisical leaders, for all people -- no matter our race, color or creed -- to find the collective will and the moral resolve to stamp out this human rights atrocity occurring right under our noses.

Just imagine the human carnage and the toll to us all if we don’t.

I can’t. I won’t.

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