I was almost in shock when I first heard about the case of 23 year old Sean Bell, murdered by police in the wee hours of the morning of Saturday, November 26th, 2006.  Police officers shot into the Nissan Altima that he was driving, hitting Bell 3 times, and killing him, while the two passengers in the car, Trent Benefield and Joseph Guzman were hit 3 times and 17 times, respectively. Sean was to wed his longtime sweetheart, Nicole Paultre, the mother of his two beautiful children just a few hours later.  A young black man in his early 20's, doing the right thing, marrying the mother of his children.  An Unarmed young black man coming out of a club where he celebrated his last night as a single man. It turned out to be his last night on earth.  The outrage is palpable, the leadership and desire for justice evident -- and the anger in the Black Community is clear and justified.  Mayor Bloomberg was even critical in his press conference, using words like "excessive" and "tragedy."  Unlike his mayoral predecessor, he did not immediately side with the shooters.  I can go on ad nauseam about the details, from the news coverage to the leadership displayed by the Rev. Al Sharpton, Charles Barron and others in the Black Community.  However, I have a more unpleasant task at hand --  I need to ask my brothers and sisters, my sons and daughters, my mothers and fathers out there a question --  when is enough enough?  A few sound bytes are not enough.  The use of the word "excessive" by the mayor, the leadership and the outcry from our leaders is NOT ENOUGH.  I want more this time.  More than Michael Stewart got. More than Eleanor Bumpers got, more than Zongo got, and more than Louima and Diallo got.  I do want the family to file a law suit and take enough money from the city to ensure that those children and Sister Nicole Paultre will never worry about anything financially again.  But I want more. I want the other two victims in this crime, Joseph Guzman and Trent Benefield, to be compensated royally for being shot like dogs in a car with no way of defending or protecting themselves. But, I want more. I want the police officers that were involved in this murder, and that's what it was; murder, to go to jail to pay for their crimes just like millions of other young black men have. Just like Sean Bell would have if had been guilty of something, no matter how petty.  But, I still want more.  I want the Police Department to sit down with community leaders, ministers, activists and forward thinkers within the Black community to come up with trainings, seminars and classes for both police and citizens to reduce the likelihood of this ever happening again.  Still, I want more.   I want Black folks to stand up -- if there is no justice in this case, I want there to be NO PEACE in this city until justice is served; I want Black Folks to cripple this city economically by holding back our dollars, our service and our support if the courts, the police department and the mayor fail to do what needs to be done. I want this city to feel the wrath of our people if this case is not handled properly and brought to a swift and just conclusion.  But, I am still wanting more.  I want our people to understand that Sean Bell was the fiancée to not just Nicole Paultre, he was the betrothed of a generation, a young black man fulfilling the promise that was born in the bottom of slave ships in the middle passages and nurtured on plantations all over this country as our people were used to create wealth for our oppressors.  A Promise hinted at by the emancipation proclamation, peeked at by Brown vs. The Board of Education and embodied in Adam Powell Jr, Martin King, Malcolm Little, Marcus Garvey and Medgar Evers.  A promise that Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton have been trying to remind us of, even though they were almost drowned out by Little John, 50 Cent and The Chicken Noodle Soup.  A promise that was given us in Paul's Epistle to the Galatians when he told us that "there is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female, but you are all one in Christ Jesus".  This promise, this promissory note has been held onto by our people for hundreds of tear-jerking years in this country, though time and time again, as Dr. King said, it has been "returned marked insufficient funds".  Now we must stand, united once again by tragedy, united once again by the blood of a young Black Man watering the streets of our city.  We must stand and realize that we have been waiting for someone else to make the necessary deposit to make good on this promissory note.  We must stand and realize that we ourselves must make the deposit that turns this dream into reality.  We ourselves must fight the good fight and demand of ourselves the greatness of which our ancestors dreamt.  If we are not willing to do this, we should just go to the leaders of this country, resign from every lofty position, elected office and high paying job and ask them to put us back onto the plantation.  Because, if we allow Sean Bell's death to go by without a fight, that is exactly where we belong.