Tuesday night, the United States of America decided
that Donald Trump would be a better President than Hillary Clinton so they came
out in droves and voted for him. Although he lost the popular vote, his brand
of populism was enough to lay the smack down on the Electoral College; who
would have thought the Rust Belt would have been the difference?
You know the South would be the first to vote
against everything the sitting black POTUS has represented over the last eight
years, so don’t come for me with “I thought you were the peace and unity guy.
Stick with writing or your ministry.” You’ve sent monkey memes, slandered
President Obama from Day One, and you are now
asking me to pray for Trump?
Black Christians have always been the conscience of
America. Obviously, not enough people listened to their spirit of discernment
in the voting booths as I can tell.
I also don’t want white evangelicals to ever come to me again with voting their
values when they so strongly chose both their outwardly secular skin folk over
their spiritual folk, dismiss #BlackLivesMatter
at every corner, and otherwise have no intention of being much more than
religious sitting in your cushy pews and getting to the local buffet after a 70
minute service than doing God’s Will away from the church’s four walls. You
Pharisees deserve this America.
So praying for Brother Barack to fail is what you
wanted? That didn’t happen.
Thanks,
racists – even if you never said it, your actions clearly have implied it.
Martin got angry. Malcolm was furious. The Black
Panthers DID something about it – and the FBI got involved because law
enforcement cannot stand African-Americans with textbook knowledge of the law
when we have had to defend ourselves against the wiles of prejudice,
principalities, and a spiritual wickedness in high places all in one. Don’t let
the media fool you into thinking the Panthers were only militant brothers with
big afros and guns when they were the birthers of WIC. Read the Ten Points to
understand the true intentions of the BPP.
We’re gonna be all right. Just wait and see.
Why do I say we’re gonna be all right? Keep reading.
We survived Dubya. My parents outlasted Reagan. My
grandparents endured through Coolidge and Harding. My great-grandparents made
it through Wilson and his public viewing of Birth of a Nation at the White
House. My older ancestors got through the raw deal Hayes gave us
post-Reconstruction which led to Jim Crow segregation.
If no one else knows how to survive in a place where
we do not belong, it is the black family.
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After I dropped my daughter off at her grandparents’
house yesterday morning, I listened to a few videos and thought about what a
few friends have said: Shay reminded me
that I had made myself vulnerable when I took off my armor in anger; Charlie
(college buddy from the tribe) was legitimately hurt by my comment about my
fellow Arkansans; and so forth. One huge takeaway from this is that despite my
pro-black furor [which I do not
apologize for, only the foul language] I still have a pretty freaking large
platform that people look up to and respect because of how I live my life and
lead my little family. I got to thinking:
Real change happens first at home – the ultimate ground level – and
expands with likeminded people who are genuinely interested in the come-up. That
means separating ourselves who are more interested in the short-term gains and
playing Sambo even if they are our closest friends/relatives/associates.
You know who’s not invited to the cookout? Omarosa.
We have to be better at building up our own communities
than we have been as in revising our strategies so we are no longer dismissed
and/or taken for granted like the 2016 election season has showed us. The
Republicans clearly don’t give a rat’s ass about us, and the Democrats think
patronizing still works. The old ways of currying favor and leadership are out
of fashion, just like your bleached out Guess jeans in the back of your
closets.
How do we become better at building our communities?
Simple: by
investing our time, energy, education, and yes, dollars into our people.
In a global economy, we must teach the Millennials
and ensuing generations that we no longer have to compete with Jim Bob or Becky
Sue alone for opportunities but also Taj, Vicente, and Yi are coming for our
spots: Nothing is guaranteed anymore,
not even NBA draft slots. Having the foresight to do more will serve them
better than being able to step flawlessly or spit sixteen hot bars. More
importantly, those of us who have made a move or two have a responsibility to
duplicate our strengths as leaders instead of hoarding all of the wealth
between the ears.
The world needs engineers and scientists but it also
requires teachers and writers to balance out the equilibrium.
We’re gonna be all right. Just wait and see.
The whitelash is real – and for the first time in a
generation or two, we’re witnesses to the pain black America suffers through.
Most of my white conservative friends tend to say “let bygones be bygones” or
“that was a long time ago” yet they benefit from things that happened A LONG TIME
AGO. Case in point: redlining; tax-free inheritances
from multiple generations; schools resegregating themselves to the extent that
white flight did and does happen; lending practices; business and political relationships;
medical treatment; and hiring. Let’s not forget that as neighborhoods and
cities die, the remaining taxpayers already burdened by a heavy load must
shoulder the load thanks to underemployment and the powers that be escaping to
a lower tax rate yet they leave one thing.
Despair.
When despair begets crime, and with crime comes a broken
legal system hell bent on making examples of black and brown offenders while
offering white lawbreakers counseling, rehab or a work-release program instead
of the same prisons the state normally would have sent away inmates. Instead of
Angola, some people get Club Fed for the same crimes.
Where I am hurt with whitelash is finding out some
of my so-called friends betrayed me by choosing a leader who represents nothing
about America’s promise rather than her sordid reality. I am not leaving this country that MY ancestors built on their backs
and gave their blood, sweat, tears, and their very own lives for free .99 –
they’ve got to deal with me. However, I do see those true colors.
We’ve been through this before: We’re gonna be all right. Just wait and see.
What this recalibration means is that we need to
tighten up the areas where we are deficient, and for the rest of us, it is a
reminder that we still have a long way to overcome. I don’t have all of the
answers, but I do know that by sticking together we can come out of the new
reality stronger and a bigger force to be reckoned with. Sure, we’re probably
going to lose friends and perhaps a job or two but…standing up for the right
thing requires a sacrifice, right?
If Jesus is for us, then who is against us?
We’re gonna be all right. Just wait and see.
