Martin Luther King Day?
Well, it is a waste of a day for me. Everything is closed, and I am getting nothing done.
I remember when MLK was shot. An ugly day, that. I was living in New Jersey at the time, in my younger years, and the tension was palpable. I was kept home from school that day. And it turned out, with good reason. Several white kids got beat up that day. And nothing was ever done about it. Political Correctness is an old thing, my friends.
You know, the more I read and know about the man, the less I respect him. Plagiarist. Philanderer. Socialist, and possible communist sympathizer. We’ve got someone who has been idolized – near deified – who has feet of very soft clay.
Almost 40 years have passed since Rev. King was shot. What has come of it? We have a day off. Whoop-de-doo. He asked for 50 billion to be spent on the underpriveleged and “disenfranchised” to rectify past wrongs. Well, that has been exceeded far and away. What has it done? Has it lifted anyone from poverty? No. Black America – if anything – is far worse off for all the money that has been thrown at things.
At what point are we finally going to admit that “More Money” is just good after bad?
What “Black America” needs is education. Jobs. Property ownership. Family, and roots. A stake in the nation. And it can’t be given – it has to be claimed. Far too many blacks don’t esteem such a stake in America; it is, in fact, scorned. To do well in school, and so forth, is sneered at as “acting white.” “Oreo” is still a common epithet flung – you know, black on the outside, white on the inside. Race Warlords like Sharpton and Jesse Jackson – I tell you, if Black America had it’s problems solved tomorrow, next Monday would have them at the local McDonalds asking if you wanted to supersize that.
Fifty years ago, people were marching to integrate things – universities, dorms, businesses, neighborhoods. Now, for all that, there is a struggle to segregate things. “Black Student Unions.” “Black Neighborhoods.” “Black Schools.” And this isn’t coming from the White side of the equation – well, other than White Liberals. While I may resent the hell out of laws that tell me who I must associate with based on the color of their skin rather than the content of their character, I have wept at the graves of black men I have been proud to call friend. I have worked with black people who know their stuff, but can’t get past the “Token Affirmative Action Hire” label. I went to school with a mixed race gentleman who decided he was going to pick “White” when he filled out his forms sp he would never wonder if he earned his degree or got it on a pass.
Over and over I have watched blacks I know embrace conservative principles – and succeed. Over and over have I watched them embrace the same empty liberal promises – and remain in their rut. And not only that, when a black man does succeed through embracing conservative principles, what is the reaction of liberals? Do they rejoice? Are they full of congratulations?
No – they attack them. Clarence Thomas. Larry Elder. Colin Powell. Condaleeza Rice. Thomas Sowell.
These are your friends?
Seriously?
I’d really rather not have all the problems for blacks that they face. Drop-out rates. Illegitmacy. Drug use. Crime. Hell, do you know the leading caue of death for young black men is violence? Whites don’t face this. I’m not even fully white, and I never faced it. Do you think it makes me happy? (Well, I am sure some liberal assbag thinks my Catholic, part Delaware Indian self secretly dances around a burning cross, but such are assbags). Why do you think this is?
Think it might just be that in a knee-jerk attempt to be “not white” that such a mindset might throw the baby out with the bathwater and eliminate such things in mythical “White culture” that causes this not to happen?
Just a thought. I maintain my cultural heritage. I have my kilt, and go to Scottish Festivals, and other such things.
This may sound harsh, but, you know, when things don’t work for you, to keep on doing it and expecting a different result is kind of nuts. I mean, what promises have left wingers fulfilled to Black America? Name one. If you’re black, especially a black liberal, I’d like to know. Is the “content of your character” more important than your skin color to your lefty friends? Whose babies are dying in abortion mills, headed up by Planned Parenthood? Ever looked at Margaret Sanger, and read what she thought of Blacks? Has your families become stronger? How about Literacy? Drop-out rates? College graduation? Property ownership? The middle class black families yu know – aren’t they “less black” to many of your lefty pals – especially if they don’t play Steppin Fetchit for the Liberal Standard Bearers?
There is a reason we call it the “Liberal Plantation” here on the right.
Just once, I would like to see two election cycles where Black America voted Republican – or at least non-Democrat. It’s an old bet of mine. Watch the libs drop you all like a hot potato like they drop every other minority who can’t be counted on as a voting bloc for them.
Sad thing is, I don’t think that America is ready for an honest discussion about race relations; and by honest, I mean one not predicated on black victimhood and white perfidity. For all left-wing asshats talk about “privilege” I have yet to see any evidence that my white maleness has done anything but work against me.  I’ve been homeless in my life, strung out on dope, and all manner of thing. I’ve had no quotas in place to assure me of any shot at a job, no matter how patronizingly given. I paid my way through every cent and credit hour of my education, save for $2000 of grant money. Every time I have gone for help – anywhere – it has been “Too white. Too male.” I get followed around in stores by security because I look like a biker. (Something to consider, folks – I notice gangstas getting tailed by security, even the white ones. Never seen a clean-cut black guy in a business suit get tailed. And I have worked security. Hmmm.)
Part of the reason we’re not going to have that conversation yet – well, frankly – I’m not going to waste my time on it. I’ve sat in on such things before. It winds up a bunch of white guys getting told to shut up, getting berated as a bunch of racists, having every overture rejected out of hand, then followed by the same angry group of left-wingers talk about how they weren’t listened to or given a voice. It’s a tiresome piece of mental masturbation. Oh, and lets not forget the impossible set of demands.
There is no negotiation in such things. No give and take. It’s doctrinaire, and dishonest on its face.
Look – years ago, Jimmy the Greek Snyder observed that black atheletes outperformed whites because they were bred for it. He was fired from CBS for it. He lost his national column because of it.
Know what?
He was a hundred percent right, too.
You go to some place, and collect part of the people there. Take them on a hellish journey where only the strongest survive. Work them and their descendants for a few centuries in an environment where only the strongest of them, with the greatest endurance, can survive. Breed them for it. Then you tell me what you get when you take the end product of that breeding and pit them against the average person in athletic contests. Hell, man. Had it been blacks colonizing America and enslaving white Europeans to work the plantations, we’d be talking about “Black Men Can’t Jump” today. It’s a logical fucking consequence – and it is considered racist to observe that simple truth.
Until something like that can be observed – there is no point in it. No point at all.
So – Happy MLK day. Whatever. Maybe one of these days the action can match all the rhetoric and high-soundiong words. Until that day comes, though, I will continue to regard it as “National Day of Useless Idleness.”
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January 31st, 2007 at 7:20 am
I grew up in Chicago and I remember my folks warning me about the demonstrations-read riots-they were expecting after MLK spoke and to stay close to home.
I know they have put this man at the top of the pedestal as promoting peace, but I recall riots occuring in every city he visited.