THE SAME OLE SHIT

A month doesn't pass when some white man makes a racist crack about President Barack Obama. One of the most recent "events" involved him being referred to as "tar baby" by Republican Congressman Doug Lamborn. The disrespect for Barack Obama and the Office of the President have been under this form of assault, since the 2008 election.

When some cracker makes some antiquated remark from the slavery era, blacks in the media get all up in arms and call for the firing of the offender and the issue is played up in the press for several days. Even as I was composing this piece, I was informed of a hate crime that occurred in Livonia, Michigan against a black family by 3 white men. The cowards hurled some liquid in a young black child's face, spewing out racial epithets, as they drove by. Ironically, the parents most likely took their daughter out to the suburban theatre to escape the perils of the hood!

Personally I don't get the childish name calling. Maybe I watched too many episodes of Kung Fu and I'd like to believe I'm "centered". I try not to let name calling by others get me too riled up. I don't give the words of others that kind of power. I will defend myself against any form of physical assault but not when I'm called names. My pet peeve is being interrupted when I'm having a conversation with someone but that's subject aint worthy of a blog. This treatiste is about the power of words.

Five or six centuries ago, some Europeans decided that it was time to revise history. They understood the power that Afrika represented; the wealth, culture and might that came from its shores. The Carthaginians, The Persians, The Moors aka Afrikan conquerors had ruled much of Europe and the Mediterranean for centuries leaving their culture and genetic imprint everywhere they set foot. When white men traveled to Egypt they found the greatest architecture, art and written works anywhere on the planet. It intimidated them to their very souls.

In the interior of Afrika, whites found the fiercest warriors on earth: weapons in hand and dicks swinging! Those that were able to return to Europe went away afraid. That fear permeated European lives. Fear changed the face of Europe. Fear transmorgrified itself into contempt. The revisionist began a campaign to vilify the Afrikan. The Afrikan became less than human: a man-beast unworthy of real consideration. Worthy only of being saved from his savage self.

As time moved forward and the black hoards were purged from Europe, the media campaign began. It is no coincidence that the "denigration" of blacks began with the emergence of the slave trade--which we know now to have begun as a conspiracy between warring ethnic tribes on the continent in unholy league with slave traders.

The concept of black man as 2/3 man, 1/3 animal became ingrained in the cultures of Europe and the new Americas. Unfortunately, the slaves and the sons and daughters of slaves bought into that nonsense. Those notions have lingered well into the 21st century! Weak minded muthafuckas get all bent out of shape when lighter skinned folks call them names like nigger, juggaboo, boy and tar baby.

I was called a "nigger" to my face one time in my adult life by a drunk lil nerd in Buttfuck, Michigan. Before I could even contemplate a reaction, the kid was gut punched by my outraged Italian partner from Pennsylvania (da Ya)! A couple of my other white partners pummeled him with their fist then ejected him from the apartment. I saw the kid the next weekend but I did not hold a grudge against him. He was a nerdy no pussy gettin lil fuck and was already an alcoholic at age 18. I on the other hand, was a twentysomething accomplished man of letters with one of the best jobs in the county. His words meant nothing to me. I was more surprised than offended. My drinking partners were offended and appologized to me profusely after they finished beating his ass! The experience reminded me of what I had learned from my father in my childhood when he would take my older brother and I to the Union Hall or the Bier Garten across the street from the Ford Plant where he was the first black elected union official at the Local.

My father had the respect of those men and was never slighted. I was respected by all the men I hung out with in that little town in southwestern Michigan. The only people that I had trouble from were the nerdy, the socially impotent, those passing for white or those that were just afraid of me and this black dick!

History has shown the world that on a level playing field WE can out think you, kick that ass and fuck your sister!

I wish all the niggahs that get upset when Our President is dissed or Al Sharpton is made fun of or when black women that have public fights are called hood rats by the press would remember that sticks and stones may break our bones but WORDS CAN NEVER HURT US!