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Where We Messed Up… (I, Too by Langston Hughes)

This may be considered blasphemy by some of you, but I have to say it.

I believe that during the Civil Rights Movement, Black folks made a grave mistake which cost us the lives of many of our leaders–as well as severely hampered the success potential of the movement. When the conscience of the nation began to chip away at the national value called “White supremacy”–the media launched an attack on the Civil Rights Movement by characterizing Black people as impatient, ungrateful and everything else they’ve traditionally called us. The repulsive actions of American leaders, law enforcement, and citizens turned many against the existing system and support for the movement grew so America had no choice but to support the movement. This is where the nation’s leaders learned to use the media as propaganda to influence the masses.

There were two approaches to the Civil Rights Movement. One philosophy assumed that most of White America were good people, or deep inside them was a good person who just needed to hear the demands of Black people in order to make the right decision. This side of the movement sought to appeal to the conscience of the nation. It sat in, it gave speeches appealing to the “Christian values” that White folks held dear, it talked of fairness and doing what was right. On the other side, we called it like it was:  An evil, violent (or apathetic) people who cared less about the plight of the Black man in America or our suffering. This group understood that America would never do right by the Black man until he was forced to do so by law or gunpoint. It didn’t ask of anything of White America; it demanded equality and gave consequences if those demands were not met. It did not pander to the arrogant notion racists Whites projected that they were good people who were trying to do right; it pointed out the hypocrisy of a nation that claimed to be God-fearing but did nothing that God instructed them to do within their own religions–as well as its own Constitution. The Black Church stood on one side, with its “nonviolent” policy. The Nation of Islam, the Black Panther Party, and Black Nationalists stood on the other with a policy of self-defense-if-needed. Guess who received the media coverage? Guess who was painted with a “terrorist” brush?

Well, since the non-violent regime was covered more in the media, it also received the most money and the most prestige. Black people forever came to support that approach (even in current times)–which encouraged patience, discouraged outrage, demanded that Black people use an unfair/ineffective “legal/justice” system to get things done. This is why today, the Black man has made very small amounts of progress and can be all but ignored by today’s leaders and even made to feel guilty about demanding justice! When White America is offended and wronged, they are allowed to express outrage and demand immediate relief. Yet when Black America is offended and wronged, even Black leaders themselves will caution Black people not to rush to judgment or action. They will tell the Black man to calm himself down and let our already corrupt police departments to police themselves, investigate themselves, and find out “what happened”. (As if everyone doesn’t know “what happened”)  If you ever wanted to know why, in 2016, Black people are still discriminated against and never get justice from our leadership and by our criminal justice systems–look no further than how we have accepted rules favorable to those who commit these wrongs. The very people who commit crimes against Black people have written the rules about how you will react to those wrongs. This alone explains the impotence of Black leadership as well as any Civil Rights actions we undertake now. It started with “I Have a Dream“–paying no attention to “Ballot or the Bullet“, and is reflected today in today’s pussified NAACP and Al Sharpton demanding Black calm in the light of children killed by police.

This was reflected in poetry as well. If you look at the poetry of a Langston Hughes versus a Sonia Sanchez, you’ll see why you can name the poetry of one and why you couldn’t name one poetry of the other. I guarantee you never read Sonia Sanchez in school if you attended a Black public school–and I guarantee you never read either if you attended a predominantly White school.

Here is Langston Hughes’ “I, Too (Sing America)”. Following is Sonia Sanchez’s “Malcolm”, which I have memorized. In a future article, I’ll explain the differences of philosophy a little further. Thank you for visiting my blog.

Never forget...

Never forget…

 

I, Too

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.

They send me to eat in the kitchen

when company comes,

But I laugh,

And eat well,

And grow strong.

Tomorrow,

I’ll be at the table

When company comes.

Nobody’ll dare

Say to me,

“Eat in the kitchen,”

Then.

Besides,

They’ll see how beautiful I am

And be ashamed–

I, too, am America.

–Langston Hughes

do not speak to me of

martyrdom,

of men who die to be remembered

on some parish day.

I don’t believe in dying

though, I too shall die

And violets like castanets

will echo me.

yet this man,

this dreamer

thick-lipped with words

will never speak again

and in each winter

when the cold air cracks

with frost I’ll breathe

his breath and mourn

my gunfilled nights.

He was the sun that tagged

the western sky and

melted tiger-scholars

while they searched for stripes.

he said, “fuck you, white

man. we have been

curled too long. nothing

is sacred, not your

white face nor any

land that separates

until some voices

squat with spasms.”

Do not speak to me of living,

life is obscene with crowds

of white on black.

Death is my pulse.

what might have been

is not for him/or me

but could have been

floods the womb until I drown.

“Malcolm”

–by Sonia Sanchez

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Blacks Aren’t the ONLY Ones Who Need Help…

There is a separation of colored people from white people in the United States. That separation is not a disease of colored people. It is a disease of white people. I do not intend to be quiet about it.Read more at http://www.snopes.com/politics/quotes/einstein.asp#M8piyxVDEkBD7UQ8.99

There is a separation of colored people from white people in the United States. That separation is not a disease of colored people. It is a disease of white people. I do not intend to be quiet about it.Read more at http://www.snopes.com/politics/quotes/einstein.asp#M8piyxVDEkBD7UQ8.99

There is a separation of colored people from white people in the United States. That separation is not a disease of colored people. It is a disease of white people. I do not intend to be quiet about it.Read more at http://www.snopes.com/politics/quotes/einstein.asp#M8piyxVDEkBD7UQ8.99

There is a separation of colored people from White people in the United States. That separation is not a disease of colored people. It is a disease of White people. I do not intend to be quiet about it.

–Albert Einstein, 1946 (speech at Lincoln University)

Ole Dr. Einstein was much smarter than we give him credit for. I’d like to make the argument that this is not an outdated idea…

I contend that racism is not a thing of the past in America. While it is no longer in-your-face and obvious–for aware people of color, it is all around us. And racism is not just for skinheads and extremists in the Midwest and Southern states–it exists among you, even some of you reading this article today. Racism in America is like a disease that no longer hurts or shows up on the outside:  Often, those afflicted either are in denial that it exists (within you or among you), or you believe you are in remission from it. That is, until some event arises that pulls it out of you:

  • Your daughter dates a Black boy
  • You witness Black people acting ignorant
  • You see a crime committed by Black people
  • Someone Black pisses you off
  • Someone you trust and respect brings your own actions and words to your attention

Like all diseases that go untreated or ignored, racism will fester like an infected sore until it erupts in some embarrassing, uncharacteristic outburst or action. You may end up like one of these White men on the job, now labeled a “racist”, when you know damn well you aren’t racist–although you may have allowed something to come up you barely realized was there… Or failed to recognize that it was, in fact, racist.

I would like to tell you about two experiences I had that may sound familiar. Actually, it’s something I experience a lot. My name is not a common name. My first name is Muslim, my last name is Filipino Muslim in origin. I have sent résumés to companies with my name that have received no response at all. I occasionally will send a second resume with a race-neutral name that at least gets me an interview. When I returned from deployment–and I tell this story often–I had done exactly this. Same resume and experience, different name. Guess which one got the interview? Well, it was over the phone, and by the time I had received a job offer, no one in the company had seen my face. I stayed there 7 years, promoting several people of color into a previously all-white management team. And I received the Jackie Robinson/Obama treatment:  people refusing to call me “Mr. Gatdula”, complaints or reverse racism–although I still promoted mostly White males and very few Latinos and Blacks, it was just too much color for my counterparts and subordinates. The only friends I had was our COO and our Vice President–the latter of whom helped me land my first VP position when I left 7 years later. Well, even then, I was only seen as a Filipino and not Black. I doubt my Black ass would have survived 7 years in this company, and barely in the industry. Today, I work for myself and I only work with minority-owned companies (that’s not by choice) as a consultant.

The second, and the reason for this article:  Today I was cold calling in Fair Oaks, CA. Fair Oaks is a majority White area of a predominantly Latino and Asian city, and it’s a mostly upper middle class area. I walked into a lumber yard with a guard shack and barbed wire, while wearing a shirt and tie. As soon as I walk in, the staff is all over me, thinking I might be a customer. When I present my card and introduce myself as a salesman for a security guard company, one man is shaking his head “No”, while his friend proceeds to lie to me about whether they use a guard (they do), whether they have experienced a loss due to theft or burglary, and that his boss is NOT interested in discussing their security. Both men, in fact, refuse to accept my card and both lied and said they have no card. While one was simply hostile, the other (the one who told all those lies) smiled at me the whole time with that “I-don’t-hate-people-of-color-but-I’ll-never-do-business-with-you” look. Black people know what I’m talking about. Asians and Latinos, not so much because they are mostly in denial about their level of (un)acceptance…

On the way out a nice man (and HE is the reason I am not giving the name of this facility) stops me to ask if they had taken care of me. No, I answered, and I gave my spiel all over again. Not only was he in need of guard service, he was interested in what I had to say and impressed that I was familiar with his business. You see, before I walked in, I had read about his burglaries and had seen the damage done to his fence. People of color know this, because we have to:  We must be three times more qualified and prepared than the next guy because we already have a strike against us. I cold call constantly because 50% of those I meet will never do business with me simply because I am a man of color. So I work twice as hard to yield the same benefits as the next guy.

This was not about the fact that some guys can disguise their treatment of me as “I don’t like solicitors”, however. It’s about the denial of what is really going on inside their heads, the smile on the face, the passive aggressive door slammed in the face of any applicant with dark skin, or a “ghetto name” whose resume is thrown in the trash, the boy your daughter likes that you disapprove of, because something (oh no, not race!) about him makes you uncomfortable. It is no longer socially acceptable to harbor certain feelings about race, so you must deny that you even OWN those feelings.

^^ And this, my White brothers, is why you are still sick with racism. You cannot cure a disease until you first acknowledge that it exists. No one will lash and flog you. Hell, every BLACK man in America has some level of ill feelings toward White people; that is, especially until you have proven yourself to not be an enemy. But we understand that we are this way, and that is why we aren’t crippled by it. You must admit that when you look at large workforces with people of color but only White managers, it looks strange. You are seeing the world through eyes that have no color man’s filter. You think anytime someone claims he sees racism, he is being unreasonable. You believe that George Zimmerman just might not be crazy, and that Trayvon Martin really was menacing. You don’t want to admit that the thought of mixed grandbabies enrages you. You honestly believe that your company’s Black Vice President is unqualified, and that he got his position by sucking someone’s dick or because of the evil rule called Affirmative Action is taking jobs from White men. If we are ever to truly be ONE America, you must see what we see, or at least understand why we see what we see. And you will have to look in the mirror, and understand that a second pair of eyes is needed to see the man within.

Racism, regardless of how slight it may be, is a disease that America really needs to cure. It’s like cancer; it won’t go away. It is also like a hereditary disease as well–if you aren’t careful, you will pass it on to your children.

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My Reading List (Autobiography of Malcolm X)

Okay this blog is going into so many directions.

I have this theory, that Black men must be well read in the effort to improve our condition. My recommendation for the reading list begins with “The Autobiography of Malcolm X”–or as most Black folks would call it, simply “The Autobiography”. Ask for it by that name, any Black man or woman worth his weight will know what you mean. I feel every Black man’s REAL education should start with Malcolm X’s Autobiography, and there are so many directions to go after that. But this book, out of all, was the most important and memorable for me. Malcolm’s story is one that the Black man as a people, in America, has undergone–that to understand him, we understand ourselves. He was a man who experienced the worst of racism as a child. His father was killed by racists, and forced into a life of despair and oppression and extreme sadness. As he grew up, because both smooth and charismatic, educated and well spoken, physically strong and angry. Then he finds himself in prison and is exposed to the teaching of the late Elijah Muhammad and his brand of religion that he called “Islam” (Not Islam, but a Black American version of it).

It didn’t end there. He grew as a “Black Muslim” and then became a “Muslim”. It was a powerful transformation.

malcolm-x-syracuse-universityHere is an excerpt from an interview used for the book:

“Everybody’s wondering why I’ve been going back and forth to Africa. Well, first I went to Mecca to get closer to the orthodox religion of Islam. I wanted firsthand views of the African leaders — their problems are inseparable from ours. The cords of bigotry and prejudice here can be cut with the same blade. We have to keep that blade sharp and share it with one another.” Now he was sounding like the old Malcolm: “Strangely enough, listening to leaders like Nasser, Ben Bella, and Nkrumah awakened me to the dangers of racism. I realized racism isn’t just a Black and white problem. It’s brought bloodbaths to about every nation on earth at one time or another.”

He stopped and remained silent for a few moments. “Brother,” he said finally, ”remember the time that white college girl came into the restaurant — the one who wanted to help the Muslims and the whites get together — and I told her there wasn’t a ghost of a chance and she went away crying?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’ve lived to regret that incident. In many parts of the African continent I saw white students helping Black people. Something like this kills a lot of argument. I did many things as a [Black] Muslim that I’m sorry for now. I was a zombie then — like all [Black] Muslims — I was hypnotized, pointed in a certain direction and told to march. Well, I guess a man’s entitled to make a fool of himself if he’s ready to pay the cost. It cost me twelve years.”

“That was a bad scene, brother. The sickness and madness of those days — I’m glad to be free of them. It’s a time for martyrs now. And if I’m to be one, it will be in the cause of brotherhood. That’s the only thing that can save this country. I’ve learned it the hard way — but I’ve learned it. And that’s the significant thing.”

As we parted he laid his hand on my shoulder, looked into my eyes and said, “As-salaam-alaikum, brother.”

“And may peace be with you, Malcolm,” I answered.

(the speaker, btw, was Gordon Parks, who interviewed him)

I say this because Black men are in need of healing. We are passing down a trauma that was passed down from our fathers, passed from his father to him, and from his father to him. No one will help us cope but ourselves. The anger in the Black community is legitimate. We have been through hell and back and we still have one foot in the damn place. We are being victimized through this country’s laws and practices, the disdain of nearly every racial group to immigrate here, hell we’re so bad we even victimize each other! The cancer of violence and hatred has been injected into our community’s bloodstream and it spreads everywhere we look. You can’t educate out of it either. A black man can get a PhD and a 6 figure job, and a cop will still pull you over for no reason and want to brutalize you. Fuck it, you can be the President of the United States, and the drunkest dirt bag and uneducated fool in the trailer park will still call you a Nigger and a boy… from trailer trash to U.S. Senators–you’re just another Black man they would rather see suffer.

Oh and please don’t come at me with that “Talking about it opens old wounds” BS either. The wound hasn’t healed because we won’t talk about it. White men avoid it, and Black men are obsessed with it, and if you don’t treat a cancer what does it do to you? It spreads all over your body and invades every piece of you. And since this is a conversation that White folks don’t want to have, and Black people love to have–the least we can do is to be experts at it.

And we are. Black people are such experts at racism and race relations, that we know history your average high school history teacher has never heard of. We know of incidents, historical essays and books, techniques used to control the slaves and dominate, people, places and events–that White Americans don’t know and probably wouldn’t want to know. The sad thing is that because we know it and don’t know what to do with it, we are like the Incredible Hulk, with all this anger, all this strength and power with no place to channel it and no peers to understand it. In the end it becomes destructive. We destroy ourselves, our communities and our people, even our children. Like I said earlier, the way to control it is to educate ourselves in order to improve our condition. Once we understand it, we can then heal it, battle it, and then change it.

The White man has done what he did. He still has a race problem of his own, which is evident in how insecure he is with talking about race and his own history with us. If you understand him and why he is the way that he is, you will be able to deal with him and help him navigate through his own bullshit–even when he is unwilling to admit he has a problem. As a Black man–you have bullshit of your own. But you cannot fix it until you understand it, and to understand it as well as the cure–you will have to turn to the experts and read and learn. Start with the Autobiography. Then come back here and we’ll talk about it.

Black woman, I am speaking to you too. White man, ditto. White woman, ditto that.

And you Whites, Asians, Hispanics who have Black friends and/or Black mixed children–read it. You’ve got a lot to learn as well.

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Denial

“My master tole us dat de niggers started the railroad and that a nigger looking at a boiling coffee pot on a stove one day got the idea dat he could cause it to run by putting wheels on it. Dis nigger, being a blacksmith, put his thoughts to action by making wheels and put a coffee pot on it, and by some kinder means, he made it run an’ the idea was stole from him and day built de steam engine.”

— Mrs. Fanny Berry, a former slave born in 1823 (Weevils in the Wheat/Slave Narratives from Virginia ex slaves

For those that don’t know, in the 1930s, President Franklin Roosevelt employed writers to capture the stories of former slaves before the generation died out. There were many collections, including Weeviles in the Wheat. VERY interesting, enlightening reading. Stuff those history books don’t want to tell you. Things the writers of those history books most likely don’t know and didn’t think interesting enough to research.

I don’t blame white folks for not wanting to tell these stories; it makes them uncomfortable to discuss and confront. So it makes more sense to say it was in the past, or why bring up old wounds. But I need for MY black children to know of their own Holocaust and what was in their past, so that they don’t dishonor their ancestors by making a fucking fool of themselves or acting in a way that justifies the horrible treatment Black people are going to get at the hands of evil people who are just acting out the evil their forefathers bequeathed to them.

#malcolmXmodetoday

 

I thought I’d share something from my Facebook page. I wrote that. I write lots of thoughtful stuff, in between posting Twerk videos, chatting with frat brothers, and rehashing jokes, streetfights, and the occasional reposted Facebook Movement B.S. Plenty of those posts are buried under more posts and tagged photos and again, more bullshit.

But today, I thought about the state of race relations in America, and… No. I woke up around 5 a.m., and had thought about my relationship status, and how my lady was raised by her White mother, how she is a Black woman trapped in White skin and straight hair, and how she had to learn to be Black by the media, the ill-educated (about themselves) Black community, other Black women, and ultimately the White dominated American environment she lives in. You may be wondering what that had to do with Black and White. Well, let me ask you a question:  What do you think it means to be Black? Is it simply Black skin? Is it a nationality? Is it ethnic? Culture?

Black in America means something different than Black in any other country on this earth. You see, here in America, as a Black person, you are an ex-slave. Everything about being a Black man or Black woman in America has to trace itself back to slavery. Because without slavery, there would be no America. We wouldn’t have the White House. Slavery enabled America to be able to afford to revolt against England and declare itself a sovereign nation. Imagine:  400 years of FREE labor. You could kill a man if you wanted without going to jail (Casual Killing Act of 1669) — which, by the way, sounds a lot like the authority the Police have to kill Black men if the death occurred in the process of doing your job. You could force them to work when they were sick, there were no Labor Laws to place a limit on how many hours to make them work (seriously, did you think there was minimum wage? overtime? lunch breaks?). America prospered because of slavery, and everything the slaves suffered from hatred, to glass ceilings to low self-esteem, to anger they had to suppress turning cancerous to broken families and psychological problems…

Ooh. My next point. Take for example the following argument (also a post from my Facebook wall):

(paraphrasing) “You have to understand, after being take from their homeland, snatched from parents early, poorly fed, forced to work even when sick, beaten daily, long hours, no control over their own lives, constantly under a whip–lashing out violently and disobedience was bound to happen…”

↑↑  An animal trainer explaining elephants and tigers who suddenly attack their trainers. How is it that we can understand this <– but not that –>?? You feel me?

I hope you didn’t think that if a people were taken from their homeland, brutalized for an entire lifetime, then those brutalized people (with all the psychological damage they suffered because of it) raised a generation of children who were then brutalized as well, and then they raise a generation… and then the people are “freed” but continued to be brutalized through the Jim Crow era, then their children are brutalized through the civil rights movement, then their children are the most likely people to be drafted for the Vietnam War, then their children (continuing to be brutalized now, but by the police) are introduced to jobs, prosperity, film, gangster rap, drugs and alcohol (seriously, you didn’t think BLACK people invented crack cocaine did you?) until they took the reins from the White man and started brutalizing each other… Do you honestly believe these people are somehow 100% responsible for their behavior and thinking?

Tell you what. Let me take you hostage for one short year. I will treat you the way the slaves were treated. I will beat you daily, sell your children, rape your wife, force you to work whether you were sick or not, whether the weather was nice, 100 degrees or 20 degrees in the snow. Then I’ll let you free, and you tell ME if:

  1. Your behavior will be normal,
  2. If your thinking will be normal,
  3. If your relationships will be normal, and
  4. If you are fully responsible for any crazy shit you do

But it’s so much easier to say that this is a thing of the past, and that the bad behavior of the Vietnam Vet was fully his fault and he’s a grown man, so blah blah blah. Hell, the war was over, what–40 years ago? Can’t you just get over it? Why do you flinch everytime you hear thunder? Can’t you tell the difference between thunder and a mortar attack?

I’m sure none of your educated, politically correct Black friends will tell you this. But my white brothers and sisters, Black people DO have a problem fostering normal relationships. They have a major issue with authority and are very insecure when it comes to feeling respected and slighted. They are very defensive. When provoked, Black people will resort to extreme violence instead of talking about it. And the reason why is because YOU taught them that. YOU laid the foundation for this environment and the psychological damage they suffer–while generations ago–was inflicted by your ancestors, generations ago. You still reap the benefits from that relationship, trust me. Black people aren’t poor because of laziness. We need to get this out. To deny the pathology of why these things exist in the Black community is to deny past guilt because it makes you uncomfortable, but it still needs to be discussed. To act as if Black people should just “get over it” because slavery is over, is like telling the cancer victim to ignore his tumor and just “think positive” and make the most out of his life. Forgiveness and healing is a two way street; both the wronged and the wrong-doer must come to terms, and both parties must heal (yes, YOU too, must heal). There is something called “Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome”, similar to “Post Traumatic Stress Disorder” and I believe both Black people as well as White people suffer from it. No one has undergone therapy for it, and it will just grow more infected until it either bursts or turns into another disease. You must not ignore it.

One last post from my wall. It has as much to do with White men as it does Black men:

“Boy I’m gonna beat yo *Black* ass! I’m gna take some branches, braid it together, pull your pants down and humiliate you, beat that ass till I’m too tired to whup (whip) you, beat you till you submit to my authority–and I’m gonna make YOU go get it, you Black ass child!” Dang, do you think this might have come from someplace else? We’ve certainly learned our Black history, haven’t we? Might be time to rethink some things about our culture… And how we parent our kids.

My lady thinks she knows a lot about being Black just because her grandmother is Black, and she likes Black music, and Black men. But there is a major part of being Black that is so much deeper and cannot be trivialized by the size of your ass or your dick, the brownness of your skin, the roll of your eyes, and the diction in your voice. Black in America is nothing like Black in Nigeria, or Black in Cuba, or Black in Jamaica. There is something that is so deep it cannot be seen, and until you know what it is–understanding it and reconciling it–you are at the mercy of forces that mean you no good. Likewise for what it means to be an American (yes, even a White American), because without this Black man and without this knowledge, the White American is carrying a cancer from five generations back that will not heal on its own. Though you don’t see it, you definitely feel it–although you may not recognize what it is. And the first step to understanding it is to rid yourself of the disease called “denial”. Denial of guilt. Denial of truth. Denial of history. Denial of what must come next.

And as always, I post this in love, not hate. Thanks for visiting my blog.

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Them Dang Poon-Jabs….

In case you hadn’t noticed, I added a few category. It’s duly entitled “Message to the White Man”–for a book I decided to start writing entitled “Message to the White Man in America”. That’s the only teaser I’m going to give you for now; more on this later. This is my first installment on this subject.

What is the number one problem in America? If you’re White, you will probably say the economy. If you’re a person of color, you’ll probably say it’s something domestic and/or socioeconomic. If you’re Black, my money’s on “racism”. So what is the answer?

Sorry, but “all of the above” is not a valid answer. Remember, the question is “What is the number one problem…”  Every nation has problems, but each nation’s problems are rooted in something else. Some nations’ can trace all of their problems to drugs as their root. Some, tyranny. Some are rooted in ethnic violence or disunity. Others are traced to greed or corruption. In America, there is no denying that America’s “Original Sin” is slavery. We have a great design–the combination of the Bill of Rights, our commitment to Democracy, the separation of Church and State, and our system of checks and balances. Yet we still suffer from poverty, economic strife and domestic problems, because at the root of all good in America lies the evil of Chattel, Black Slavery. Our rise to economic growth was based on the fact that unlike the rest of the world, we were able to build our infrastructure and the entire Agricultural and Industrial industries on FREE labor for 400 years. America is a country addicted to cheap or free labor. We were based on having groups of people we were able to oppress:  Slave labor, the acquisition of land from the Native American, the suppression of any voting power of anyone who was not White and male… We owe our greatness to every group of people we ever wronged, and we never truly had to reimburse them for what we took. The War on Terror, for example, is an extension of our addiction to simply taking what we want by force or manipulation and while we now have to pay for labor–we have fooled the American taxpayer into financing it. I could go on.

And foo-foo to those of you who think that “God Blessed America”. Let me remind you what happened when Satan approached Jesus on the mountain:  He said, “Bow to me and all of this will be yours.”  America was at that mountain top, she did Satan’s work with every group of people she ever encountered in the history of this nation, and she was rewarded well. So when you look all around you and you see what looks good:  Wealth, Beauty, Prosperity, Power–know that Satan has his hand in all of it. There is nothing that exists in America that can be called “better” than what is found someplace else that does not come with a heavy price. But more on that later.

When America makes it right–when her people who enjoy the fruits of the evil labor of their ancestors finally acknowledge and make an attempt to right the wrongs–then maybe the Creator of the Heavens and the Earth will finally allow us to enjoy what we’ve built without having to look over our shoulders.

That said, I have a theory. Racism today exists not in the form of epithets and vile hatred and commitment to violence like we’ve had in the past. It exists today in the form of mild feelings that we can mask and deny (or not even notice), in soft discrimination, in comments we make and passive-aggressive acts and feelings, and in the form of resentment.

A few years back, I had a business in Yuba City, California, about an hour north of Sacramento. I went to see a shopping center in the area and waited for the owner, who is an older East Indian man named Mr. J. Mr. J had an interesting history. He arrived here dirt poor, without his family, who was still in India. He was staying with friends in Los Angeles but could not find a job in those days, because as he put it–he was so dark that they “treated him like a Black man, only worse–even worse than a Mexican.”  A man he met was recruiting laborers for a farmer who did not want to hire illegals. He was providing a free place to live and a certain amount of money. He sold off the few belongings he had, paid the recruiter for the job lead, and took a bus to Yuba City where he was hired right away.

He turned out to be just a few notches above a slave. He was paid very little, and out of that, had to pay for his lodging, his food, and was fined for everything they “did wrong”. He sent money home to his wife, paid off his debt to his employer, and saved enough money to finally leave the farm. He took a job with a restaurant, and one thing led to another, and he bought a house. He brought his family to America, educated his children, opened an alterations shop and laundry… soon the man owned property all over Northern California, including a restaurant, a fabric store, a convenience store, and a few retail centers–including the one I put my business in. Along the way, he helped many men of White, Black and Hispanic descent get on their feet and  improve their lives. God, my friends, blessed this man.

So, while I’m waiting for Mr. J, a young White man in his late 20s came out of the liquor store near my space-to-be and asked if I was planning to open a business there. Yes, I answered. He asked what I would open, and after some questioning he gathered the courage to question my ethnicity. I answered that I was Black and Filipino. He told me, in a low, resentful voice:  Good, because them goddang poon-jabs are buying up everything.

Racist.

I had about ten minutes to take this young man to school.

But not today, we’ll have a part II to this article. But let me say this. Racism has taken on a new form, and if you’re not in the know–you wouldn’t even know it was there. You might even discover that you may harbor some racism yourself. Economic hardship and a little genetic engineering (or biological warfare, depending on how you look at it) has caused this centuries-old disease to fester and linger in this country. This category is to diagnose and help you find a cure.

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