What to say?  Where to begin?  After more years than I care to remember, I can say with certainty that I have been cheated, misled, defrauded and robbed.

But, and this part is important, this wasn’t your typical robbery.  There was no gun, no knife nor even a mysterious, violent looking culprit​ lurking around in the night.

What’s more, I wasn’t exactly the Hollywood stereotype of a victim.  I mean, I didn’t do any of the usual things that people who put themselves in harm’s way do.  I wasn’t flashing money around like it was going out of style.  I wasn’t publicly intoxicated or visibly impaired in any way that would indicate I was an easy mark. I wasn’t wandering around, looking lost and uncertain.  In fact, I never left the comfort of my house.  Yet, it happened, just the same.

Like many today, I’ve got a few problems.  Some of my issues are health related.  Some of my problems concern wealth or, in my case, the lack thereof.  But some of the most pressing issues in my life revolve around spirituality.  I admit it, I have a few questions.  And as I no longer belonged to a church, I needed to do some searching if I wanted my answers.  Just my luck, information and possibly answers were available 24/7 via my favorite medium… the TV.

Again, like so many others, I settled right in.  And before long, I had chosen some favorite Ministers, simultaneously tossing out more than a few Bishops, Apostles, Pastors, Doctors of Theology etc., that I deemed as suspicious and/or obviously money grubbing.  As much as I wanted/needed information, something in my spirit said paying for divine guidance was wrong.

Armed with my spiritual arsenal of religious men, I felt strangely empowered.  I now had plan A.  I even had plan B.  If my favorite Man of God wasn’t available, (you know, that special one that speaks directly to you), I had emergency alternates.  What could possibly go wrong?

In a word… everything.

Before long, they had me roped in.  Trust me, that’s not a simple​ task. Somehow, I was convinced that I could tithe, seed and pray myself out of my problems. So, I did just that!  I scraped every penny I had together and sent it in.

I don’t know if it was fate’s decree, coincidence or something decidedly more sinister but, some fairly nice things—things that I had wanted for so long—started to materialize in my life.  I couldn’t explain how it was happening (and didn’t much care to).  All I could do was confirm that it was indeed happening for me.

After a while I became quite used to sending in tithes, seed offerings and donations for this or that, in support of less fortunate people in other countries or for my personal healing and success.  I really didn’t care about the narrative.  I helped out and, as a result, expected to be blessed.

Because that’s how it works, right?

With those blinders firmly in place, it was a while before I noticed an increase in family ministries.  On the surface, this seemed harmless. God was saving whole families, right? It made sense that if one family member became saved, they would spread the Gospel to all the other family members.  But, as I begin to take a closer look, I couldn’t help but notice that church was starting to more closely resemble a family business—where the children of the proprietor are poised to step in and takeover—than real ministry.  How could this be?  How could ALL the children of all Televangelists receive a calling from God to become ministers?  For me, it seemed highly unlikely and very contrived.  I mean, what are the odds?

And I had a front row seat to the grooming process of the next generation of pastors, who seemed to be making more of a career move than receiving a calling from God.

Suspicious and more than a little upset, I took my studies abroad, expanding my research to YouTube, the KJV 1611 Bible, the Apocrypha, biblical encyclopedias and as many other sources as made sense.  What I discovered was telling.  To say it was a bombshell would be an understatement.

I’ll spare you the bulk of my angry ramblings but, suffice it to say, I discovered major discrepancies between what is in the Bible and what is being taught in Christian churches.  This was particularly true as it pertains to tithes and offerings.

It was only through my research (and actual reading of verses) that I discovered what the purpose of a tithe actually was.  Hint: it’s not for a helipad.

This is where I discovered, among other things, that I had indeed been robbed, just not with a pistol.  And sad to say, this is also where I learned I had been more than complicit. I walked in with open eyes but a closed book.  Did you know that tithes and offerings were meant to support the widows, orphans and priests—who, incidentally, weren’t allowed to hold property on earth…in direct opposition to the multimillionaire pastors we have today?  Did you know that the things being offered weren’t monetary at all, but rather food and goods that they needed?  I didn’t.  Surprise, shock and anger… all of them seem far too small to encompass my emotions.

If nothing else, though, I had an answer to an oft repeated question.

Will a man rob God?  Possibly.

Will a man rob another man using God’s name?  Absolutely.

Personally, I prefer robbers that don’t preach their bastardized version of the Good Word and that aren’t appareled in nice suits, touting false promises and taking advantage of those disenfranchised with life.  I’m better prepared for them.  I know what to expect.  They want your money.  Plain and simple.   And they don’t try to appeal to your soul or build themselves up as holy men.

And maybe that’s part of my pain.  Call me old-fashioned but, I prefer my thieves with ski masks, not crucifixes.

So what’s my conclusion?  Just this, if you want knowledge, don’t just take it for granted that someone will hand it to you for free.  There is no such thing as a free lunch.  If you want to have something, do something, know something, you’re going to have to put in some old-fashioned elbow grease.  Do research.  Study.  It’s only a click away now.  No excuses.

In my case, it wasn’t all bad.  Uncle Sam recognized my efforts and rewarded me in the form of a nice tax break.  Thus, the tithing/seed sowing deception was not a total disaster for me.  Still, along with a few of the other major deceptions I’ve uncovered, it was more than enough to make me shake my head and fear for humanity.

Can anybody hear me?

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When asked to define “home,” most people will agree that their home is where they are most comfortable and feel most relaxed.  In fact, they often volunteer unsolicited information about items within their home that maximize their comfort level.

From leather recliners to chaise loungers, everyone has that one piece of furniture that puts them most at ease.   Even with differing taste in furnishings, varying size of the homes etc., the dwellings still promote the same feelings of security and pleasure to the owner ​regardless of social standing.

Interestingly enough, during these discussions, most people never mention putting anything in their home that makes them feel uncomfortable or unappreciated.  In fact, even with limited funding, most people go out of their way to make their homes their sanctuaries.

That same need for security within your home is also needed when you exit said home for work or play and, when properly in place, promotes overall health/wellness.  And most people would acknowledge this.  After all, we have laws and rules on the books to protect people from “hostile working environments.”  However, this basic and often taken for granted level of comfort is routinely denied to black people in the United States everyday, resulting in a very different and difficult life for blacks compared to their white counterparts.

If it isn’t harrowing enough, not knowing if law enforcement will see you as a criminal today as a direct result of your skin color,  hairdo, or outfit, you have to contend with walking passed innumerable statues and shrines that pay homage to the slave masters (both past & present) of your people.

Blacks in the US have no choice but to attend institutions that bear the names of the same individuals who not only enslaved their people but who fought then and whose followers fight now to have them remain slaves in some fashion and listen to the cries and murmurings of those who wish to celebrate that legacy of barbarism under the guise of maintaining the integrity of history and tradition.

What’s even more amazing, if possible, is that this particular level of insensitivity has flown under the radar in a country such as the US, which claims religious, cultural and moral superiority over other countries with differing religions, gods, languages, etc. Yet, somehow, from members of Congress to ordinary individuals on the streets, so many people believe it’s okay for blacks to live with the reminders of these and other atrocities every single day.  Not only that, but if blacks bring these points up in any sort of conversation, those on the other side claim that THEY are the ones being persecuted for being who they are and that it is black people who are oppressing them because of their whiteness.

With all of that being the case, I don’t find it a quantum leap to conclude that black people are being told through situations—such as the excused, if not celebrated, murders of blacks by law enforcement officials, as well as the continued overlooked acts of daily cruelty, as discussed above—that the United States is not their home.  If it were, the individuals who run this country and who are in positions of authority in this country would own up to the truth about its history of flagrant mistreatment of black people.  They would make reparations to them, as other nations guilty of genocide and enslavement in the modern era have to their victims.  They would make every effort to ensure the comfort of ALL the nation’s inhabitants and not just a few.  In other words, they would do everything in their power to make sure blacks Americans would “feel” at home in America.

Not tolerated…and certainly not like they should feel grateful for the consequences of the enslavement that cut them off from their native lands and history.

But at HOME…right HERE.

The cultural differences of blacks would be nurtured and celebrated the same as other cultures of people within the US.  Perhaps there would even be areas of town set aside for the advancement and encouragement of black pride and business, which would be especially important for a group of people who arrived to the US on slave ships as opposed to other groups of people, such as the Chinese and Indians, who arrived in the US of their own volition and with their memories and histories intact.  To be clear, I’m not disparaging them.  I’m trying to make a point.

So, let’s think about it.

What is the underlying message to black people, who continue to be disrespected, murdered in the streets by law enforcement and forced to endure daily cruelty at work, rest or play?

What CAN it be?

America is making it loud and clear that this land is not your home.  If it were, at the very least, the same attention to detail currently in place to make other cultures feel at home when they choose America as their new home would be extended to black people who didn’t choose America in the first place, but had it forced upon them.

To recap, when you are at home, you feel welcomed…not alienated.  You feel at peace, not that little concern is being shown for the continued damage to your spiritual, emotional, physical, psychological and financial capability.

Can anybody hear me?

Alright, I have no choice.

I finally have to accept the fact that I have a problem.  Actually, if I’m being honest, I’ve had this problem as long as I can remember.  However, by now, I had hoped it would be solved or that I would have simply grown out of it.

You see, unlike some (read: most) of the people I grew up with who seemed to have everything figured out, I never did.  While they knew from approximately eight years of age that they wanted to become a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, a preacher, a writer, an artist, a pecan tree, or whatever, I was struggling with . . . acne, knock knees, and everything else.

While they pretended to be doctors, lawyers, teachers, preachers, writers, artists, etc., even during times reserved for play such as recess, I was trying to figure out where I fit in in the scheme of things.

While they seemed to eat and drink what they expected and accepted to be their life’s work (and have a damn good time of it), I was wondering if I would ever be chosen as a teammate and not just relegated to the team that was unlucky enough to get stuck with me.

While some of my peers were planning what high school, college, fraternity, and sorority they would join, I was struggling to understand slang along with wondering if I would ever speak publicly without stuttering.

While they were planning when they would marry and how many children they would have, I was still wanting and playing with Teddy bears and dolls.

Basically, where they had certainty and callings, I had distraction and confusion.  Some refer to this clarity as knowledge of their assignment in life.  And as I looked at them go about their callings, my question always was, when would I discover my own assignment?

I was normal, I guess.  I played house.  I pretended to have a family with children.  I pretended to have a spouse.  I pretended to be a doctor, a lawyer, a preacher, a teacher, a writer, an artist, etc. Sometimes, I even had fun.

But, none of the careers stuck with me… or maybe, I didn’t stick with any of them.  It seems that as quickly as I became interested in any subject, I became equally and just as quickly disinterested.  Why?

Why did this keep happening?  And where was that blinding certainty of action?

Maybe, if I had struggled through school or a particular subject, something would have jumped out at me.  However, I seemed to do just well enough in each subject without any real commitment that nothing ever screamed at me “do this, dummy!”

So, day after day (or year after year, I guess you could say), I was waiting for something in my life to stand out.  But alas, nothing ever did.  Ever.  So, I’m left envying people who have a clear calling.  I’m left wondering why I never received such a calling myself.

Perhaps my head is too hard or my hearing too weak.  Perhaps, I am ignoring my calling because it isn’t fancy or lucrative.  Perhaps, I need to meditate or pray harder.  I don’t really know.

What I do know is that something odd is happening.

All my friends who grew up with clear purpose and who followed their respective dreams from childhood keep soliciting my opinions, input, and advice regarding their lives, their children, their spouses, etc.  And, if that isn’t crazy enough, they all seem to value my humble opinion.

While I’m walking around frustrated with no real focus and with no clear idea of what to do with myself, my friends, the doctors, lawyers, teachers, preachers, writers, artists, etc. are all asking me (and often, exhausting me) with the weight of their problems.  What does it all mean?  What could it possibly mean?  A clue?

Can anybody hear me?

Ok, at this point, you would have to have lived under a rock not to know that Republican Majority Whip, Steve Scalise, was shot and critically injured over a month ago at the practice for a charity baseball game.  Through various news reports, we are all, more or less, intimately familiar with the specifics of HIS health​ situation.  And, of course, we are also fully aware of Representative John McCain’s recent health crisis where he underwent surgery to alleviate symptoms directly associated with brain cancer.  As I understand it, his situation is particularly dire, to say the least.

But, can I be honest?

All while this is going on, I’m trying hard to force myself to think about or, more importantly, even care about Steve Scalise’s or John McCain’s respective medical conditions.  This saddens me.

I’m usually a caring person.  I don’t like to see anyone or anything hurt.  I’d almost bring an injured feral cat indoors to care for it.  I even feed the neighborhood birds.  However, these days, in these United States, I’m finding it increasingly more difficult to care about individuals who have proven that they are hell-bent on the destruction of others.

Let’s face it, It takes a special kind of evil to leave a hospital bed—against the advice of your doctors, no less—in order to vote in favor of something that is said to have a potentially catastrophic outcome on the poor.  With that said, I don’t know if Scalise’s vote was needed or not since he was released from the hospital with little to no fanfare.  And do you know why I don’t know?  The reason is simple.  I don’t know because I stopped watching.  I simply unplugged.

For all I know he could very well have voted.  Either way wouldn’t surprise me.  But you see, I have decided not to care about any of it.  For clarification, I have made a conscious decision not to worry, stress or entertain strife in my life.  This, I do for my physical and mental health.  And, you know what, I am happy.  Even in this current, politically hostile climate, I have found a way to be content and worry free.

Don’t misunderstand.  I am well aware of politics and the role it plays in people’s lives.  I am well aware of all the ways the world if breaking down and things are becoming worse seemingly every day.  And I am well aware of the things I need to do to protect myself.  But I’ve determined that I will not allow any of this to break me down.

I pray a lot and cannot tell you how much it helps to keep me grounded.  I suggest you try it too.  Pray to whomever you feel is your Creator, Sustainer or Whatever.  Let me tell you, it sure beats taking loads of drugs (prescription and/or otherwise), alcohol and excessive food consumption in an attempt to self medicate.

Fear, stress, worry, strife and dis-ease can open the door to diseases and other major medical conditions you don’t want or need, especially with the state of healthcare/ insurance being up in the air.

I can say that it’s working for me.  In the face of all that is crumbling around me, I have to confess, I’ve never felt better.

Can anybody hear me?

Let’s Make America Great Again!

Confession time…

Every time I hear these words or see them in print, I’m about ready to scream.  And it’s not just because Trump’s supporters covered everything from television ads to their own bodies with it.  No.  I’m sickened by the sheer and baffling level of self delusion and historical revisionism that allows someone to utter those words and actually believe them.  Can someone… anyone… please point out to the class exactly when America was ever great?

I mean, was America great when whites first arrived to America only to find native Americans and indigenous blacks thriving and, despite being met with kindness, deciding to “colonize” land that was already occupied, kill and enslave the people living there and, if that isn’t bad enough, have the unmitigated gall to refer to themselves thereafter as Americans?

Was America great when those same invaders decided to sail to Africa, ensnare and kidnap the natives there and bring them to America as slaves to build upon the newly ill-gotten parcels of stolen land?

Was America great when they forced these same kidnapped black slaves to forget their God, their religion, their name, their heritage, their language and their culture?

Was America great when they stormed from coast to coast, driving the surviving native peoples further and further from their land and forcing them into smaller and smaller pens like pets?

Was America great when they hanged, beat, raped, pillaged and sold those enslaved black people amongst themselves for money while making them build America for free?

Was America great when it wrote a Constitution that protected its white citizens that did not include either the enslaved black individuals or the natives they boxed in even though those people needed it the most?

Was America great during the ensuing battles that followed, such as the civil war, when the north and south had different plans for utilizing the rather lucrative black peoples?

Was America great when it wanted the no longer quite as enslaved black peoples to join their military and fight, kill and die on the frontline fighting enemies that had done nothing to them while ignoring their actual enemies and tormenters at home?

Was America great when it decided to revamp the laws supposedly protecting blacks, yet never enforcing those laws, rendering the laws as useless as the paper they were written on?

Was America great when it labeled descendants of the native peoples illegal immigrants despite the fact that their ancestors were here before whites were?

Was America great when it deliberately miseducated blacks in an attempt to create a permanent underclass who would always be dependent upon them?

Was America great when it limited and controlled all banks, housing, neighborhoods, schools, churches, and all other facilities that blacks could utilize?

Was America great when it taught stories of the Holocaust in vivid detail while glossing over the horrors of the Transatlantic Slave Trade, despite the millions upon millions who were killed each year?

Was America great when white America wanted and demanded that black America grieve for, cry harder and sympathize with victims of atrocities overseas more than they mourned for themselves and their present condition in America?

Was America great when it continuously charged black and brown people higher prices and interest rates for housing, automobiles, food and necessities?

Was America great when it allowed/allows officers of the courts to gun down, imprison, profile black people often without provocation and without repercussion?

Was America great when it attempted to punish these mistreated individuals for picketing, rallying, protesting, boycotting against being mistreated by white America?

Perhaps America was great when it provided reparations to Japan while making no effort to repair the physical, psychological, emotional, spiritual and financial damages blacks had incurred directly as a result of slavery and the vestiges thereof?

You tell me!  When was America ever great?

Because, honestly, I’m a little vague on the timeframe we’re talking about here.

Can anybody hear me?

 

To impeach or not to impeach Donald Trump, that is the question.  And, honestly, I hope the answer to this unfortunate but very real question comes a lot sooner than later.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not some ranting nut job.  I know that impeachment is a big deal.  It requires a lot of steps, meetings, testimonies, hearings and enough evidence to all but bury most legal departments in paperwork for years.  Impeaching the President of the United States just can’t happen in a day.  Simply stated, it’s a process.

Sadly, this isn’t my first experience with U.S. impeachment proceedings.  I am old enough to remember the impeachment of Richard Nixon/the Watergate scandal as well as the more recent impeachment of President Bill Clinton in 1998.

Note to history buffs, while I am also fully aware that President Andrew Johnson was the first president to be impeached in U.S. history, I am, in fact, NOT old enough to have been around for that one.

Still, I must confess that seeing Nixon impeached and kicked out of office while Bill Clinton was also impeached but allowed to remain in office puzzled me a bit.  I know, I know, it’s two different proceedings but…still seemed a little weird to me.  Nevertheless, even though I disagreed with the process and the resulting outcome, I learned to deal with it and keep it moving.  But, I digress.

My point is that since Donald Trump is probably going to be impeached anyway, why not do it expeditiously?!  By expeditiously, I mean well before​ he does anymore damage, sends out anymore tweets, meets with additional heads of state or embarrasses the United States any more than he already has!

Think about it!  Starting the proceedings now would save so much trouble.  There would be no more outlandish and ghoulish facial expressions​ to scrutinize or poke fun at.  There would be no more threats of war due to the pushing and shoving of dignitaries that he feels are too unimportant to even be courteous to.  There would be no more embarrassment at having your president caught not wearing a headset for translation purposes during meetings with foreign dignitaries, despite the fact that he does not speak/read or understand their language.  There would be no more splitting Secret Service details between two states because he and his family expected special treatment.  There would be no extravagant weekend jaunts for the taxpayers to foot the bill for.  There would be no more hints of improprieties during FBI investigations or of collusion with foreign leaders.  All of that could stop right now.

Right??

Why wait?

Why wait until the poor are completely railroaded and totally without basic necessities such as insurance or much needed social programs?  Why wait until seniors return to eating cat food out of desperation and hunger?  Why wait​ until orphanages are overrun with Hispanic children because their parents have all been deported?  Why wait until missiles are fired as acts of war rather than “routine testing.”  By then, it will be too late.  The situation will be far too catastrophic for any incoming president to fix!

And truthfully, haven’t we already seen enough of Trump to know where he is going and in which direction he is taking this country?  Why wait until he totally destroys it?

I say, impeach him today!!  May as well get it over with.  After all, it is inevitable at this point.  Why prolong the agony?  Why allow him to waste more taxpayer money?  I say, save the time, the money and the headache.  Impeach Donald Trump today!  It’s the kinder, gentler thing to do.

Can anybody hear me?

Remember when News was presented in a business-like format and delivered to the public without the need for musical interludes, outrageous graphics and other unnecessary entertainment related nonsense?

You don’t?  Ok, then.  So what do I mean?

I remember a time when a story broke and was simply reported.  Everything regarding the story (or at least, everything they had at the time) was presented to the masses by professional and dedicated news broadcasters.  If they had photos, they included them.  If it was an incomplete story or part of an ongoing situation, that was reported as well.

After a story was fully covered, the Anchor moved onto the next story and the pattern continued.  This procedure was followed until all stories were covered.

In between News stories—real news mind you!  Not stories about celebrity marriages or divorces—the weather was covered. . . . in its entirety.

It was not partially dispensed in bite sized pieces throughout the broadcast.  Here’s the weather for tomorrow was a simple statement, not the beginning of a mystery movie.

Back then, we didn’t sit on the edge of our seats awaiting the outcome of the forecast.  We tuned in, got the information and decided what to wear as a result of it.

We didn’t have to wait until the very end of the show to find out what we needed to do for the next day.  We didn’t have to view endless satellite and radar graphics which mean little to nothing to us anyway.

We didn’t get partial News stories, then partial weather, inundated by some 8 to 10 commercial messages in a continuous loop.

Nowadays, you can’t get up or leave the TV for any reason—not even a bathroom break—else you miss the exciting conclusion of what used to be a simple daily update!

So, you hold out.  After all, you’ve invested so much of your time and energy already.  You’ve endured countless stories about celebrity weddings, panda babies, cat videos (which I don’t have a problem with online) and sales promotions pretending to be life tips.  You’ve already waded through ridiculous muck masquerading as News.  You’ve even reviewed satellite and radar graphics regarding the rotation of the earth relative to the sun.

I advise you to do the best you can to stay.  If you don’t, you’ll have to watch it all over again, the next hour, with two different Anchors who are fully prepared to take you into the twilight zone.

Can anybody hear me?

After watching recent episodes of Jeopardy, I had a real Aha moment.

Approximately every two out of six episodes had at least one category related to African Americans.  The rest of the game board categories contained a combination of academic subjects such as spelling or mathematics and a host of random facts regarding White American interests and/or other history.

To my chagrin, I noticed that each time a category regarding all things African American was included, it was prefaced by the words: African American this or African American that.  The same was not true for other categories.  In fact, the other categories in the game were labeled quite differently and often quite humorously.

I further noted that even when all the answers pertaining to the other categories in the game were regarding White authors, White actors, etc., the categories were never labeled as White Authors or While Actors or White Philosophers.  Author, Actor or Historian were enough.

Why?

Why did and do questions relating to African Americans have to be singled out and specified…both on the show and in life?

Inevitably, after THE category (because it was only one) specifically​ labeled as African American this or African American  that was completed, the remainder of the game board contained information specific to situations celebrated, revered or sometimes even considered less appreciated by white America.  But, regardless of the associated emotion—from love to abject horror—the topics were merely categorized as History, Actors, 18th Century Authors, etc., with only the locations to give them away.

I had no other choice but to, once again, conclude that anyone versed in “White” History—or, as it is usually called, “History” in general—can do well on this particular type of game show as well  SAT/ACT exams and the like, since these mandatory tests are little more than mini-episodes of Jeopardy, minus the musical interlude and snappy comebacks from the host.

However, if that same individual focused on historical matters pertaining to their own history or race of people, they would not do nearly as well in any of these things.  In fact, they would probably not even be considered bright.

Militant maybe…even hateful.  But bright wouldn’t be listed.

Meanwhile, White Americans can and do finish school having learned barely anything about African Americans other than the occasional Black History Month studies.  And let’s face it, even if that is adhered to, it often showcases the same Blacks—e.g. Dr. Martin Luther King, Dr. Charles Drew, etc.—or emphasizes African American athletes and entertainers over the past and present-day contributions of African Americans to Science and Technology.

In 2017, students can finish school with minimal knowledge of African American life while it remains mandatory for these same students to know almost every facet of “White” life in order to be successful on any level of society…including game shows.

And what galls me even more is that, even when African Americans were directly involved in “White history,” we are still overlooked and left out of the history books.  The movie Hidden Figures is just one outstanding example of the squashing of African American contributions to America.  There are many, many others.  Somehow, the story regarding the Space program is included in American History.  However, the African American females integral to the mission were omitted!

Why?

Was this an innocent oversight or a deliberate attempt to white out (pun intended) the contributions of African Americans to society?

I’ll take “deliberate attempt to white out African American contributions to society” for 1000, Alex!

I guess we’ll just shuck and jive or play a few quarters while White Americans make history.

Can anybody hear me?

Ok, I keep hearing over and over that the country is more divided than ever, usually in the context of blaming former President Obama for recognizing that he was black or Trump for attacking minorities.  But, let’s be honest here, the country has always been divided.  At no time in its relatively short history has it ever been a united nation where equality ruled.  Its very foundation is built on human suffering and taking advantage of others.  The truth is, Black, Negro, African-American peoples have been fighting for Human Rights in the United States since stepping off slave ships in the 1600s.

Amazingly, in 2017, Black, Negro, African-American peoples are still dealing with racial barriers in a country they have built and occupied since their enslavement.  Why on earth would anybody, from those individuals who are newly arriving in the US to others whose oppression wasn’t as visible or continuous, believe that their specific issues will be or should be dealt with first?

It is obvious that other races of people now experiencing unfair treatment as guests in the US are either convinced that Blacks, Negroes, African-Americans are satisfied and lazy or else are totally unaware of 400 years of their own mistreatment.

And now, instead of assisting Blacks, Negroes, African-Americans with their obvious and continuous fight for basic human rights, these other, now targeted groups/races of people either jumped on the bandwagon with the oppressor of Blacks, Negroes, African-Americans or pretend that they don’t notice the racial disparities that exist in the country that they chose to inhabit.

Perhaps if they had joined the ongoing struggle of the Blacks, Negroes, African-Americans, when it was only against Blacks, Negroes, African-Americans, maybe they would have avoided their starring role as criminal targets today.

They never considered that Blacks, Negroes, African-Americans didn’t come here willingly like they did.  They never considered that the very structure of America demands that someone be a permanent servant class.  They never considered that, even if they came in search of a better life than what they received in their homelands, they at least knew where they came from.  They also decided where they were going.  Blacks, Negroes, African-Americans are called African but, if they were dropped off in the continent of Africa, they wouldn’t know where to go.  Truth is, Blacks, Negroes, African-Americans are more familiar with the US than they will ever be with the continent they are labeled by.  And even here, they have never been welcome outside of the plantation.

So now, Hispanics, Muslims, individuals of Middle Eastern descent now find themselves the target of unfair treatment.  Now they are the bad guys!  They are the immigrants being targeted.  According to white America, if a wall is built keeping them out, crime in the US will diminish.  Like never before, US citizens fear being injured if they are allowed to stay or even worse if they are deported.

And now that they are the targets, they expect Blacks, Negroes, African-Americans to come to their aid and speak out on their behalf?

Have you noticed that no one is discussing building a wall in order to block Italians from entering the US?  No one suggests that all the criminal behavior, murders, racketeering at the hand of known Mafioso’s might be impacted.  We will never know.  That’s because they are welcomed.  In fact, all white skinned immigrants are welcomed into the United States without restriction.

Did the new arrivals totally miss that the US refuses to even acknowledge that racism is still very much alive?  They didn’t see that the country would rather address Women’s issues and issues facing the LBGT community than deal with 400+ years of the dehumanization of Blacks, Negroes, African-Americans—gay, straight, male and female?  What, did they think hard work would put them in good graces?  Did they think that they, in the last few decades worked any harder than Blacks, Negroes, African-Americans who built this country?  What did they really expect?

So, my advice is to take a number!  They’ve already missed their chance to take a stand.

Can anyone hear me?

It seems as though Women’s Rights have become the latest hotbed issue.  Every time you turn on the TV, women’s groups are popping up everywhere hell bent on getting what they feel is their due.  From clergy to politicians, everyone seems to have an opinion on the role of women in modern day society.

Black Women, White women, Asian women, Hispanic women, Indian women, et al., have come together to demand rights from their oppressors…men.   And why not?  Especially when every committee and senate meeting that focuses on women are comprised of nothing but men.  But, for all the sign making, speech writing and girl talk, there seems to be very little focus on reality!  Thankfully, that’s where I come in.  I promise to be brief but frank.

All disenfranchised groups in America are essentially battling one group of people to obtain their rights—wealthy, white men.  To be completely frank, the white man is the target of all protest in America, because that one group, whether in politics or the business world, makes all the rules/decisions and run the country.  But, while we’re speaking the truth, let’s also admit that African Americans have an even more complex battle with white America than other groups, owing to their arrival not being of their own volition.  No other group in the history of the country was forced to forget their names, gods and identity, or later forced to cohabit with the same people who made that so.  So, it would stand to reason that, although Black females are confronted with the same issues as White women, Asian women, Hispanic women, Indian women et al, the discrimination they face has another dimension to it.

This is because Black Women, even today, experience the type of racism that is a result of and caused by white America denying the basic reality of her humanity (right along with her black male counterpart).  Far from being denied certain rights simply because of her womanhood, the Black Woman is denied certain rights because many feel she isn’t enough of a person to deserve them.  Thus, I have to believe that the issues of racism and being treated as a human being must surely far outweigh her need to be equal to her black man since both of them aren’t even considered fully human yet, even in 2017.  Look no further than the constant barrage of monkey comparisons and Harambe based comments about darker skinned women to see examples of this.  Nevertheless, she is being dragged into a campaign of fighting for Women’s rights, a fight that really does not benefit or involve her at all!

In fact, let’s be honest.  White Women have been the biggest beneficiary of so-called equal rights fight for women.  It is HER counterpart, the white man, who is refusing to include her in the spoils that racism has afforded him, but he still considers HER to be higher than any other woman.  After all, she supported his destruction of an entire race of people; she stood with him at lynchings; she kept the sheets of his robes washed and the eye holes on his torture outfit aligned; etc.

She’s been a faithful partner to her white man.  But, where did it get her?

She, the White female, has a valid point.  Her contribution to racism is totally being ignored by him.  This is unfair to her!  She was tricked, bamboozled . . . had!   She made major contributions to the implementation of racism and, as such, she expected more of a piece of the American Pie.  She didn’t get it.  She has to fight for her cut.  But the rest of us don’t necessarily have to join in that fight.  Let us not forget that, while women make less than men for the same jobs of equal quality, the White woman is still making more than any other race of women and, in many cases, the men of color as well.

But, what does the Black female stand to gain by the acquisition of Women’s rights? After all, she isn’t even viewed as a human being, much less a “REAL” woman.

So, how about channeling this wasted energy into securing human rights for black people as a whole before fragmenting and diluting the issues with issues that aren’t yet of any consequence? If after being fully acknowledged as human beings Black Women are being male dominated, I’ll join the fight.  Til then, there are bigger fish to fry.

Can anybody hear me?