Posted by
The Black Sphere on Friday, July 17, 2009 1:14:05 AM
If you like this blog, then you will thoroughly enjoy my book The BIG Black Lie. I hope you can relate to it.
A black guy in his mid-20's named Mike called into a radio show the other
day, and he commented that "black people don't hear things the same way
whites do." We blacks apparently "hear black."
So
blacks don't hear the statement "Take me back to the good ol' days" the
same way as whites. Blacks are not nostalgic at all about "the good
ol' days", and believe this to be "code" for taking blacks back to the
bondage of slavery.
To
illustrate his point, Mike said that when he was in the second-grade,
he and his classmates had listened to Reagan one evening, and Reagan
commented that America should go back to its "glorious past." The next
day at school all the black kids were crying, and asked their teacher, "Is Reagan was going to make black people slaves again?"
Neither Mike nor his classmates had ever experienced slavery, so he
seemed to go a long way back to consider the good ol' days. And why
blame Reagan?
My
upbringing was different. I never had learned to "hear black." So
when I hear of going back to the good ol' days, I think of being a
carefree kid and having the loving support of my family. I would get
out of school, take the bus home (about 15 miles), where my grandfather
was usually waiting to take me and my brother fishing.
We
would return early evening to clean the fish, and then the handoff
occurred to my grandmother who fried the fish in Crisco. Meal fully
prepared, we ate together, saying Grace before the meal.
Afterwards, we would usually play dominoes, the TV on in the background for added distraction.
The
next morning my cycle of carefree life began anew with the two mile
drive to the gate, where the bus picked me up, and I was off to
school.
Education
was stressed, so you didn't skip out on school. Well I did once. I was
as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, and I
was eventually found out, as were my three co-conspirators. Even
though all we did was go to the park to "hang out," I got in big
trouble-grounded in fact. It seemed the whole town knew about our
devious plan. Needless to say, it never happened again.
We
took road trips as a family, usually going to visit relatives. Life
wasn't much different for them. We always stopped to buy chicken and
cokes before ascending on them. Our arrival almost always had the feel
of a mini family reunion. Lots of big smiles, hugs, and eventually
cards and/or dominoes. We caught up on happenings, and got up to date
on the latest gossip, family or otherwise.
Day
two of any visit was usually greeted with music and as with most black
gatherings, we were there for fellowship "and a barbeque broke out."
Ribs,
watermelon, corn-on-the-cob, potato salad, and BBQ beans were
mainstays, and orange, red, and grape soda quenched our thirsts. At
some point friends and acquaintances joined in, and a pickup football
or basketball game would inevitably ensue.
The
tape decks would appear, and music blasting. If the group was big
enough, then somebody would "sport" their new car stereo, popping the
trunk. The party was official-base-beats loud enough to pop welds.
This scene would repeat itself many times during my childhood. All
great memories of the good ol' days. But for many blacks the music
stopped, as times changed. I remember it in my family like it was
yesterday.
It
happened when I was around sixteen. One of my inebriated cousins
misheard a statement made by one of our uncles. In her mind-altered
chemically dependent state she accused our uncle of trying to rip off
her father. He hadn't.
Regardless,
she threatened to get her pistol, and the hardware from other family
members came out of the woodwork. Pistols were being brandished like
afro picks. Family members took sides, without even knowing the reason
for the conflict.
Amazingly,
no shots were fired, but a lot of drunken truths were exposed. The
family gatherings had ended. Just like that. In an instant, decades
of tradition over. Perhaps this was when I should have begun "hearing
black?"
I do
still remember the good times, before the black community changed so
dramatically. There were no Republican bogeymen around, speaking in
unintelligible code language when part of the destruction of my family
occurred. There were just a handful of chemically-inspired
Democrat-worshipping black folks, "hearing things differently."
I
thought to myself when thinking of that young black man's comment, that
if you want to create a group of people who are victims, don't teach
them about their "glorious past." Just teach them that they are
victims, but not victims of themselves.
Black
kids are not being educated about the glorious past of our families and
our culture. We just believe that the destruction of the black family
is what it is. We don't even think to equate it to Democrat policies
that offered blacks the "easy" button.
Because
of tepid responses to questions of racism, Republicans miss wonderful
opportunities to educate misguided black youngsters to the racism of
Democrats. We also miss opportunities to empower other
conservatives-conservatives who are so thoroughly tired of being called
racists-by explaining the facts of historically irrefutable Democrat
racism against blacks.
Black
people hear things differently, because Republicans allow them to hear
and interpret differently, then essentially revise things as the black
community sees fit-usually with the help of a complicit racist system
run by the liberal media and Democrats.
Republicans
should embrace discussions of slavery, because these discussions allow
Republicans to set the record straight and take blacks back to the good
ol' days...in proper context. More importantly these discussions allow
parallels of Democrats racist tactics of the past to their tactics of
today. This parallel showcases how blacks have replaced the old, very
real plantation, and dependence on "Massa," with the metaphorical
plantation of dependence on government.
Republicans should invite all
blacks back to the good ol' days, so they can understand the
Republicans' commitment to blacks. When that happens, I suggest to you
that all of America will begin "hearing things the same way."