Lately, self-designated “leaders” of the “black” underprivileged class (whatever the hell that means at this point) are hopping out of the weeds like swarms of pissed-off locusts, coming at us from around corners, falling out of the trees, scrambling down the street to gather up their “black community” lynch mobs as they go to avenge the memory of Trayvon Martin. As far as their message goes, if we just throw George Zimmerman into prison, somehow all their problems are resolved. They cry out for “justice” for Trayvon, and they keep marching for it and protesting for it, and singing anachronistic Civil Rights Era ballads for it. What is it then? “Whitey” just gets nagged and threatened and bullied into putting Georgie Z behind bars? Is that it?
And then what? Some “nigga” in stir gets to shank him?
Surely, the “Justice for Trayvon” fad will piss away into history, just like every other big modern Civil Rights fad. But it is only a matter of time before some other affected outrage will trigger yet another string of race-riots and street violence in the “black community.” And it’s our own fault—all the plain dumb white folk and plain dumb folk of color who meant well but basically destroyed the entire “black community” identity as self-actualizing human beings. We as a nation have taught the “black community” and its “leaders,” that all prosperity in the United States of America lies in getting money or other concessions out of THE MAN. And the best way to do that is by doing a sort of “monkey dance.” I’m dating myself, but in the days of the poor immigrant barrel-organ grinder, the grinder’s monkey dances, puts out his hat, and we toss coins in his cup for the amusement of it all. Now, the original organ grinders were just impoverished foreigners fresh off the boat, simply trying to survive. There was no internet, TV, radio was rare and expensive, and the theatre or flickers (movies that is my American youth) were expensive as well. But cute little monkeys were all about amusement. And the grinder would hang out anywhere he found a crowd. You couldn’t ignore them. Gosh that monkey’s working hard! Give him something man, you gotta! Come on you cheap bastards! Fork over for the cute little monkey! And even in poor neighborhoods, the pennies would always tinkle into the cup.
Even though today’s organ grinders are all about drama, fear, and racial desperation, it’s the same concept: We put on the show. You get all involved. You feel morally compelled to pay for it. “You” meaning “us” meaning “We the People.” All of the “people.”
In response to the furious organ-cranking of the likes of Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson, who inflame and incite the indignant rise of the “black community,” with their histrionic, musical strains, we see the legions of long-trained and well-rehearsed little dance monkeys eager to join the call, put out their hats and hit the street corners and public squares, anywhere a crowd might be gathered for a show. But we also see the white liberal political establishment hopping out of the same trees and scrambling out of the same bushes, rushing along with the faddish new black street-dance troupes. These self-hating white liberal guilt-mongers, are quite eager and willing to give these collectives of “black community” musical street theater companies, guilt-relieving payoffs through taxes and various “government social programs” funded by extorted “donations” pulled straight out of the paychecks of plain dumb working folk of all colors.
Man you gotta give these cute little dance-monkeys something! They’re working so hard!
This arrangement, this dramatic, choreographed socio-political dance, has become a fixed, symbiotic relationship between the “oppressed masses,” those who exploit them internally, and those who pander to them externally. And to tell the truth, if you step back, take a really good look, it’s stilly a pretty funny little act. Very amusing indeed.
In about 100% of these cases, a goodly portion of benefits skimmed off the wages of productive citizens, goes directly into the bank account of some self-designated “leader” or “leaders” of said minority community. In the case of America’s present racial tension, this proposition is tolerated for the most part, because “Whitey” collectively concedes the notion that somehow he owes “Blacky.” Furthermore, “Whitey” is often willing to believe that somehow, because “Whitey” has a job, works hard and makes money, this very activity, his various labors and efforts and industry, his very existence and financial success, can only have come, can only continue to come, at the expense of the “underprivileged.” It’s not new thinking by any means. It’s the root of Marxist economic and social theory. It’s also the reason the Soviet Union collapsed. Because, it’s generally not all that true. In fact, it can only be completely true in a State controlled by permanent one-party rule, dictatorship, monarchy, or fascist, crony capitalism, where the State, ruler, king or Party chooses all the winners and losers from a select list of supporters by caveat, whim, or legislation, and awards or redistributes the nation’s wealth according to personal or ideological dictates. In short, the sort of State Barack Hussein Obama envisions.
Even in a communist State, where kings are deposed by farmers and shopkeepers and the dictatorship of the masses rules, eventually the peasants realize the Party is just as big an arsehole as the Czar was, and they still don’t have a damned thing to show for all their efforts. The late-great Chinese revolutionary and communist dictator, Chairman Mao, claimed, sooner or later, every revolution goes conservative. What he really meant was, after you kill off the monarchy, all the academics, the intellectuals, the petite bourgeois, the doctors, lawyers, businessmen, skilled artists and craftsmen and productive merchants, it’s hard to keep selling the masses on the idea that they’re still really having fun, that they really need the party, that their continued hard work remains vital to the struggle, when all life really comes down to is working your ass of all day same as you ever did before, and all you get out of it is a bowl of rice.
Revolution is all exciting and warming when you think you’re opening a big can of “whoop ass” on the emperor. Payback is a bitch baby. But after that fun is all over, you start to realize you’re still just digging around in a turd-filled rice paddy for a living, only, instead of a landlord who built an agricultural empire standing over you, now it’s some Party committee chair who used to repair bicycles on the street corner, who knows nothing about farming yet he’s nagging you day and night about quotas and productivity in the collective. As the Soviets found out, it doesn’t matter how loyal to the Communist Party good ol’ Yuri the tractor mechanic is. Most of the time when you pull him off the shop floor, make him a hero of the revolution, and put him in charge of the whole production line, it turns out he’s a miserable failure as a factory manager. And since you just killed all the bastard capitalists who used to run the place so productively, you’re stuck with Yuri for the duration. Or someone just like him.
The American Civil Rights Movement has many parallels with the Labor Movement or even all-out communist or socialist State-wide revolutions, and I don’t just mean a general, socialist orientation in its ideology. For one thing, a big cheer goes up for the end of segregation, or emancipation, and the next day you’ve got 40 acres and a mule and you’re still farming rocks in a crap-hole village somewhere in Alabama, with nothing else to your name. Or you can now proudly use the whites-only water fountain and sit at the counter in the soda shoppe. But you still don’t have a damned dime to pay for the lemon fizz.
Like most socialist-style revolutions, the two brightest, most educated and self-educated, leaders of the American Civil Rights Movement, Dr. Martin Luther King, and Malcolm X, or El Haj Malik El Shabazz as he became known later, were killed off just as the revolution they started had peaked. Whereas communist revolutions often deliberately kill off their best and brightest so the Party can ultimately rule from an inherently stupid, but popular base of former troglodytes and tinkers, the Civil Rights Movement seems to have lost its greatest minds via the actions of external foes. (Ostensibly, but not proven inarguably.) However, like the Russian Revolution, after the fighting was over, the movement carried on under often predatory, lesser visionaries. Some of them blind visionaries. Some of them just village idiots who rose to power in the Party. Likewise, John and Bobby Kennedy, the two Ivy-League, northern, white, liberal political leaders who’d made Universal Civil Rights a populist movement, were assassinated in the course of the struggle. They left behind them, Lyndon Johnson and Teddy Kennedy, to stumble through their own often ignorant and feeble pretentions to the Kennedy throne of political righteousness. In Minnesota, we had the well-meaning but typically 2nd tier favorite, Hubert Horatio Humphrey, the man who actually set the Kennedy’s off into the Civil Rights Movement as part career enhancement, and part crusade.
Martin Luther King said:
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
Malcolm X said:
“I am not a racist. I am against every form of racism and segregation, every form of discrimination. I believe in human beings, and that all human beings should be respected as such, regardless of their color.”
This religion recognizes all men as brothers. It accepts all human beings as equals before God, and as equal members in the Human Family of Mankind. I totally reject Elijah Muhammad’s racist philosophy, which he has labeled ‘Islam’ only to fool and misuse gullible people as he fooled and misused me. But I blame only myself, and no one else for the fool that I was, and the harm that my evangelical foolishness on his behalf has done to others.
Jesse Jackson’s only claim to fame is that he happened to be on the balcony when King got shot and some guy took a picture of him pointing dramatically at something. He’s currently on his second or third major sex scandal, on top of a series of wrongful termination, sexual harassment, and other funding-related scandals connected to his “Push Coalition.”
His son, Jesse Jackson Jr., was just convicted and sentenced to 30 months in jail for embezzling $750,000.00 out of his campaign funds and spending it on personal items. So, not much hope for a legacy there either.
apparently. Sharpton is a veritable scandal magnet compared to either of the Jacksons. He’s not always involved in personal scandal that is, but he just likes championing them on behalf of others who are personally involved. He never gets them right however. And then of course, he was was behind the demise of his mentor, Jesse Jackson, who had an affair with the executive director of his nonprofit organization. It was Sharpton who first passed the rumor that Jackson had fathered a lovechild, and used it to knock him down a few pegs in the competition for head “spokesman” for the “black community.” When some years later Sharpton abruptly announced his own divorce under mysterious circumstances, he changed his self-righteous tone, and countered suggestions of his own adultery by preaching, “he who is without sin cast the first stone.”
Al Sharpton’s biggest claim to fame is making a lying brat named Tawana Brawley a cause for national black retribution on the “white” race a generation ago, when he held her up as the victim of a brutal white gang rape, only to have the world eventually find out that she invented the whole story.
Sharpton followed the Brawley fiasco with a couple of other notorious hoaxes, including the Crown Heights riots, where in 1991 he inflamed the “black community” surrounding a Jewish neighborhood, over the unfortunate death of a black child who was killed by a prominent Jew in a truly accidental motorcade crash, where another child was also severely injured, setting off days of riots and the murder of a randomly selected Jew named Yankel Rosenbaum.
In 1991, a Hasidic Jewish driver in Brooklyn’s Crown Heights section accidentally kills Gavin Cato, a 7-year-old black child. Anti-Semitic riots emerged with Sharpton leading demonstrators to march through the Jewish neighborhood, chanting, “No justice, no peace.” An angry mob surrounds rabbi student Yankel Rosenbaum yelling “Kill the Jews!”. Rosenbaum was stabbed to death.
Not content with only two scenes of racial mayhem and murder, Sharpton went on in 1995 to perpetrate mass murder-by-riot in the Freddy’s Fashion Mart melee.
It all started as a rent dispute in the summer of 1995:
The United House of Prayer, a large African-American church was also a major landlord in Harlem. They raised the rent Freddy’s Fashion Mart, a Jewish-owned clothing store which had operated from the same Harlem location for over 40 years. In turn Freddy’s had to raise the rent on its sub-tenant, a black-owned record store. A landlord-tenant dispute ensued. As he has done so often in his life, Al Sharpton turned this non-racial economic dispute into a racial conflict.
The Sharpton-led protests began in August and came to a head on the morning of Friday, December 8th when Roland James Smith, Jr., who had been part of the Sharpton’s protests, walked into Freddy’s Fashion Mart, pulled out a gun, ordered all the black customers to leave, spilled paint thinner on several bins of clothing and set them on fire — a fire that resulted in killing 7 people plus Smith. The only African American left in the store was Freddy’s security guard Kareem Brunner, 22-years-old, who was ordered to stay by the mass murderer Smith.
At the time the faux-preacher claimed he wasn’t involved in the protests, he was only there to mediate. He also claimed there was no Antisemitism involved in the protests, but he has been proven to be a liar.
Soon after the massacre, the Jewish Action Alliance, a New York-based civil-rights group, released audiotapes of several of Sharpton’s weekly radio show in which Morris Powell, leader of the 125th Street Vendor’s Association, can be heard using racial and anti-Semitic language to encourage Harlem residents to boycott Freddy’s. Learning from his Crown Heights experience Sharpton let others push the anti-Semitic hatred but it was all done on his show.
“We are going to see that this cracker suffers,” Powell is heard telling a crowd in one broadcast on Aug. 19.
“Reverend Sharpton is on it. We have made contact with these crackers. We don’t expect a lot out of them. They haven’t seen how we feel about anything yet. We are going to show them.”
He also said:
They think they gonna drive this man out of business, they gotta be out of their minds. We are not gonna stand idly by and let a Jewish person come in Black Harlem and methodically drive black people out of business up and down 125th Street. If we stand for that, we’ll stand for anything. Which we’ve been doing.
At a rally was recorded on Sept. 9, Mr. Sharpton is heard telling a crowd:
Ironically Sharpton was the interloper, he was living in Hollis Queens at around the time Freddy’s opened in Harlem and living in New Jersey when Freddy’s was burned down. When other white-owned businesses fled the neighborhood as the population became more African-American, Fred Harari the owner of Freddy’s continued to serve the neighborhood.
On an October 21st broadcast Norman “Granddad” Reide said:
I am saying to the Jewish community and specifically to Abraham Foxman, that you come out and utter a word, accusatory remark against Reverend Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Donna Wilson, Reverend Shields, or Gary Byrd, we will boycott you and nobody loves money any more than the Jewish people. Thank you.
In court papers filed the day before the fire, Harari and two employees described weeks of protests outside the clothing store in which demonstrators threatened employees, hurled obscenities at “bloodsucking Jews” and talked of burning down the store.
Sharpton, the professional bigot criticized NYPD investigators for quickly linking the fire to the protesters. But the police evidence and the tapes from the Jewish Alliance proved him to be a liar. After first telling the press “What’s wrong with calling someone a white interloper?” he apologized for using that term. He never apologized for the Jew-hatred broadcast on his radio shows and spoken at the rallies he helped to organize. He continues to deny that the rallies had anything to do with the firebombing
Of course Sharpton never apologized for Tawana Brawley or slandering DA Pagones by with the unfounded charge that Pagones was the rapist,
“I did what I believed….They are asking me to grovel. They want black children to say they forced a black man coming out of the hard-core ghetto to his knees….Once you begin bending, it’s ‘did you bend today?’ or ‘I missed the apology, say it again.’ Once you start compromising, you lose respect for yourself.”
..nor did he apologize for saying the “Central Park Jogger” was raped by her boyfriend and leading demonstrations calling the woman who was raped and beaten to within a hair of death a whore…
…and he certainly never apologized for the anti-Semitic Pogrom he led at Crown Heights.
Sharpton continues to be the darling of MSNBC, of the Democratic Party, and of course the voice of Trayvon Martin and the “black community” in general. So here’s just a little sample of today’s current voice of “Civil Rights”:
That same year, anti-Semitic riots erupted in Brooklyn’s Crown Heights section after a Hasidic Jewish driver accidentally ran over and killed a 7-year-old black boy. Delivering the eulogy at the boy’s funeral, Sharpton told the mourners:
“Talk about how Oppenheimer in South Africa sends diamonds straight to Tel Aviv and deals with the diamond merchants right here in Crown Heights. The issue is not anti-Semitism; the issue is apartheid…. All we want to say is what Jesus said: If you offend one of these little ones, you got to pay for it. No compromise, no meetings, no coffee klatsch, no skinnin’ and grinnin’.”
Within three hours, a black Crown Heights mob had hunted down and slain an innocent rabbinical student, Yankel Rosenbaum, in retribution.
Undeterred, Sharpton declared that it was not merely a car accident that had killed the black child, but rather the “social accident” of “apartheid.” He organized angry demonstrations and challenged local Jews––whom he derisively called “diamond merchants“––to “pin their yarmulkes back and come over to my house” to settle the score. Stirred by such rhetoric, hundreds of Crown Heights blacks took violently to the streets for three days and nights of rioting. Sharpton reacted to the chaos by stating, “We must not reprimand our children for outrage, when it is the outrage that was put in them by an oppressive system.” Further, he repeatedly shouted the mantra, “No justice, no peace!” According to Norman Rosenbaum, brother of the murdered Yankel Rosenbaum, “Based on everything we have seen and read, Sharpton never called upon the rioters to stop their anti-Semitism-inspired violence. He never called on the rioters to go home.” Rosenbaum adds:
“The riots were the product of anti-Semites taking advantage of the tragic death of a child to justify inflicting their violence on innocent people — the Jewish community of Crown Heights — and murdering Yankel Rosenbaum, a Jew from Australia, amid the cries of ‘Kill the Jew!'”
During the administration (1989-93) of New York City mayor David Dinkins (an African American), Sharpton angrily denounced Dinkins (when the latter was unsupportive of Sharpton’s activism) in the following terms:
“David Dinkins, you wanna be the only ni**er on television, only ni**er in the newspaper, only ni**er that can talk. Don’t cover them, don’t talk to them, ’cause you got the only ni**er problem. ‘Cause you know if a black man stood up next to you, they would see you for the whore that you really are.” (Click here for audio.)
On another occasion, Sharpton referred to Dinkins as “that ni**er whore turning tricks in City Hall.”
Also in 1994, Sharpton delivered an incendiary speech at New Jersey’s Kean College, where he said:
“White folks was in the caves while we [blacks] was building empires … We built pyramids before Donald Trump ever knew what architecture was … we taught philosophy and astrology and mathematics before Socrates and them Greek homos ever got around to it.”
Sharpton subsequently explained that while his use of the word “homos” may have been “irresponsible,” it “is not a homophobic term”
The Kean College speech also featured Sharpton explaining that America’s founders consisted of “the worst criminals, the rejects they sent from Europe … to the colonies.” “So [if] some cracker,” he continued, “come and tell you ‘Well, my mother and father blood go back to the Mayflower,’ you better hold you pocket. That ain’t nothing to be proud of, that means their forefathers was crooks.” Sharpton later defended his use of the word “cracker,” calling it merely a “colloquial term used to describe a certain kind of bigot, who hates both blacks and Jews. It’s certainly not a racist term and certainly not an anti-Semitic term, because a cracker hates Jews and blacks.”
The Central Park Jogger case is of note mostly because of Sharpton’s immediate claim that it was entirely racist and that the white power structure (in less polite terms) had simply rounded up a random group of black kids (and Hispanic actually) all from Harlem and railroaded a conviction. While these “Central Park Five” were all “troubled” youth, all known for “roving” the park and thought to be involved in other “wilding” incidents that had become such the rage with young black men at that time, with modern DNA testing they all turned out to be most likely entirely uninvolved in the infamous rape and beating of Trish Meili. Most of them immediately re-offended on other counts, and have since their release been re-jailed. One might think that ol’ Al was vindicated in this case, except for the fact that he also claimed the jogger had been raped by her boyfriend and repeatedly called her a “whore” saying it was all a fake and just a conspiracy to jail a bunch of black youth. Unfortunately for Al, shortly after the statute of limitations expired on the crime, one Matias Reyes came forward from the hinterlands, and admitted his complete guilt, further supporting the DNA studies that had already helped get the “innocent” parties released. And unfortunately for Al as I say, Reyes was black. And looked a lot like Trayvon Martin. He was the same age as Trayvon Martin. Same size as Trayvon Martin. And the crime was committed while he was out roaming the night aimlessly in his cute little “thug” hoodie. (In the thug-fashion of the day, it would have actually been some baggy “phat” pants, a white T or some other athletic gear, and a ball cap on backwards.) And, unfortunately again for Al, Mattie is also guilty of four other rapes and the murder of a pregnant woman. So, there is that. Apparently then, sweet, 17-year-old little black, Trayvonesque babies are capable of brutal butchery after all. It’s just hard to tell sometimes which one is responsible for which crime. In this case they got the wrong ones. But still, it was “one of them.” The heinous rapist-killer exactly fit the criminal “profile” of a thug teen rapist and murderer.
Perhaps, If Obama had a son, he would have also looked like Matias Reyes. Since he looked just like Trayvon Martin. Not very reassuring.
He wiped her blood off his hands and went home. Left behind, in a shallow ravine near Central Park’s 102nd Street transverse, was the brutalized body of a 28-year-old woman. Matias Reyes says he had raped and beaten her so viciously that he assumed she would die. The curly-haired 17-year-old boy calmly strolled north, into the night.
Thirteen years later, Reyes returns to the scene of the crime. This time he is in handcuffs, after a six-hour drive from the cell in a state prison near the Canadian border where he’s serving 331⁄3 to life after pleading guilty, in 1991, to four rapes and the murder of a pregnant woman. For this visit to the 102nd Street transverse, on a spring day in 2002, Reyes is accompanied by investigators from the Manhattan district attorney’s office. They want to test the claim that Reyes waited until this year to make: that on the night of April 19, 1989, he and he alone attacked the woman who became known around the world as the Central Park jogger.
Not content with arson and mass-murder, Sharpton moved on to promoting still another race-baiting fable, by hopping on the backs of the Duke Lacrosse team with his Civil Rights jack-boots. The Duke athletes were also white, and likewise accused of brutally gang-raping a black woman at a team party. It turned out she was a hired stripper, who’s stripping partner later claimed had said nothing at all that night about having been raped. Phone videos and photographs of the girls being constantly snapped during their brief visit to the party, accounted for nearly every second of their presence there except for a few minutes, during which time witnesses said they were in a bathroom together, apparently changing clothes, freshening up and doing their nails. There was no physical evidence of rape, and particularly, none of the ample DNA she was storing inside her, matched any of those she was accusing. Sharpton, as he would later do in the Trayvon Martin case, exploited an eager media, kept pressuring the political players he had leverage with, extorting the legal system, and dragging the team and the school through the mud at great expense until the whole matter Petered out unrewardingly a year later. Duke’s accuser has already been convicted of child abuse in connection with felony arson during an assault on her previous ex boyfriend, though the latter charge hung the jury and a mistrial left her free of the 7 year prison sentence it carried. Thus she found herself available to try to kill the next guy she hooked up with via stabbing him. As of this writing, the woman is currently out on bond awaiting trial on the charge of attempted murder.
Lyndon Johnson? The Great Society? Johnson lied us into Viet Nam. Then, basically destroyed the entire concept of a black family in America and replaced it with a governmental dole system that replaced the husband and father as head of the household and breadwinner. Then he drafted the hell out of the impoverished, fatherless youth he claimed to be saving and sent them out to THE NAM as cannon fodder. The welfare system of America to this day, systematically rewards illegitimate births and single mother households, while rewarding black men to impregnate and abandon them, or impregnate them to increase the monthly grant, and then live unmarried on the premises via the dole.
Obama? I guess the”black community” loves him. He’s their current Supreme Leader and they like him. He can do no wrong in their eyes. In my eyes, all I see is a wealthy, Ivy League frat boy–a limousine liberal dipped in bronzing solution. He’s no Malcolm X. He’s no Dr. Martin Luther King. He’s not even Hubert Humphrey. Sure, so far he’s handed out 800 billion dollars in paybacks to almost entirely white union and other liberal, institutional supporters. Not to mention Fiskers and GE and Solyndra (scam) and the jobs and money these directly exported out of the country. Very little of that “payback” seems to be directed at helping the “black community” however. By most measures, young black males in particular are suffering over 15% unemployment rates by most estimates. And those are the cooked rates they’ve massaged by not counting those who’ve just given up looking, or never bothered.
President Obama is “Barry the Cool.” He’s what happens when a bunch of youth and aging adult children vote their favorite pot head from the college dorm into the White House, because he always used to throw the best parties on campus. Vote for Pedro and I’ll make all your wildest dreams come true…
The Right has correctly identified his
“hip” commie/socialist sympathies and connections to once-radical 60’s revolutionaries. But his conception of “revolution” is entirely trendy and superficial. It was popular on campus in the day. It serves political purposes occasionally. But mostly he’s a Chicago-machine, crony capitalist who only understands that the way to make money and win influence, is to exploit mass unrest and demand power and paybacks from the rich, from industry and business, in exchange for “peace.”
Jesse Jackson probably had it right during Obama’s first campaign when he questioned Obama’s “blackness.” I’ve seen Barbershop twice. And the sequel. I probably know more about the black experience in America than Barack Obama. But of course, I actually grew entirely up in America, and therefore am probably a bit less confused about the matter.
Obama’s signature “accomplishment,” so-called “affordable” health care, isn’t affordable. In fact, his administration has missed most deadlines and granted employers and unions and numerous public and private institutions complete exemptions from participation in “Obamacare.” Funding has therefore been transferred de-facto entirely to the taxpayer and consumer. We have yet to see that the primary target of this great “benefit,” the lower classes dependent upon public largesse for healthcare, are ever going to get a damned thing out of it. But more to the point, whatever the publicly dependent classes get, it is already apparent that the gainfully employed and productive citizens are even in the opening stages of this idiotic scheme, being raped of thousands of dollars a year to support the bureaucracy, and what it has actually exposed itself to be is a huge boon for the insurance companies as they simply pass on the increased expense of Obmacare’s mandated “Cadillac” healthcare policies directly to the consumer.
And all of the above don’t take into account his expansion of the Patriot Act, domestic spying programs, his abuse of the IRS to persecute political foes, and drone assassinations of American citizens at will from a personally authored “hit list.” Hard for me to figure how that makes a strong “civil rights” leader out of him.
In any case, today’s “black leaders” are watered-down hucksters in comparison to the legitimate warriors of the Civil Rights Era. Their causes are watered-down, and the “racism” and “outrage” they protest is watered down. More often than not, the causes they champion are trumped-up, over-inflated petty complaints, imagined insults, or just outright frauds and fakes. Trayvon Martin’s “cause” is a case in point. There was never any racism, systematic, institutional, or personal, whatsoever found to be connected to Trayvon Martin’s death or the fact that Zimmerman was not initially prosecuted. The only systematic, institutional racism that ever came into play was the “black community” persecution of George Zimmerman. There is indeed a “black power structure” in America today, and starting with the Martin family and supporters, it extended itself up the political ladder until it reached the Florida governor’s office and threatened to burn the state down if George wasn’t prosecuted for something, with or without evidence. Race was never even mentioned in the trial because there was no evidence suggesting it had anything to do with why Trayvon Martin ended up tragically dead. The only racism manifest in the prosecution’s evidence, and yes, it was quite overt racism, was the repeated, constantly abusive characterizations of George Zimmerman being made by Trayvon Martin that night. It was Trayvon Martin who hurled rabidly homophobic, overtly racist epithets a Zimmerman, not the other way around, according to the prosecution’s own key witness, Rachel Jeantel.
Trayvon Martin’s case was not ignored or repressed because of racism or corruption or because George Zimmerman was “white,” or because he was related to some state judge somewhere. There never was a case against George Zimmerman to ignore or repress. The only way to get George Zimmerman into any courtroom at all to face any sort of charges, had to be accomplished through a politically motivated act of legal treachery that bypassed a waiting Grand Jury that normally would have determined if the state had a case worth hearing. Instead, hired legal assassins appointed from the Governor’s office went straight to charges of 2nd degree murder with a politically designated hand-picked special prosecutor and a politically appointed judge. To get their grubby little paws on George Zimmerman in a courtroom, Sybrina Fulton and Tracy Martin’s black coalition of race-baiting legal and political muscle heads, bypassed the well-considered opinion of the Sanford city prosecutor’s office, bypassed the professional opinion of the chief of police and the investigating detectives, all of whom said it was a clear case of self defense, in fact, the Sanford Mayor fired the chief of police because the Martin posse was threatening riots, and the chief refused to arrest a man without any charges or make up charges he knew would never hold up before a Grand Jury just to placate a mob. To get at George Zimmerman, the Martin team didn’t insure justice for Trayvon. They just bypassed justice for George, so they could continue to beat the crap out of him just like their favorite son was doing at the time he got himself shot.
But Sybrina Fulton’s organization didn’t do it all alone. It had help all the way to the highest office in the land. On top of putting out tattle-boards online and recruiting dirt of any sort on George Zimmerman, Eric Holder’s Justice Department under Obama’s guidance actually sent trainers and security to facilitate a number of the major “Justice for Trayvon” rallies to keep the heat on the racial boiler. THE MAN is black in this paradigm. There is a “black power structure” in America, and it’s not just whining in the streets with its hand out any more. It’s running the government.
Everything most of you think you know about Trayvon Martin has been a fantasy script written by the Martin camp and their bigoted, hysterical handlers in the race-baiting industry. The notion that evil white racists with guns are chasing down innocent baby black boys in the dark for daring to walk through restricted white “gated communities,” is a boogie man scenario invented specifically to shock and alarm the “black community.” Roving bands of white, racist baby-negro-killing fiends is also quite easy to sell to the liberal, guilted, white “progressives.” Both groups have ideological and emotional investment in evangelizing the notion that all people of color are the victims of oppressive white, systematic, institutional racism, that they have no chance in America, and that they are failures only because white people keep them down. If you’re living in a mental time-warp where it’s forever 1963 and Dr. King is perpetually at the Lincoln Monument preaching world peace and brotherhood, demanding equal rights for black folk right in the face of an universally bigoted white-ruled government, while meanwhile, all over the south his brothers and sisters are being lit on fire, shot, lynched, blown up, and have barely got a claim to second-class citizenship, I suppose that sounds like an accurate observation to you. Malcolm X however, moved on from that. Dr. King’s family moved on from that. Betty Shabazz moved on from that. Why don’t you?
I’m not buying the palpable specter of a still-ruling Jim Crow south, alive and well in a pickup full of hillbilly rednecks out all night lynchin’ “niggas” as a major risk to the “black community” in 2013. Not with a black president for openers. Not when the Sanford Florida Mayor tells the chief of police to arrest and charge an overtly innocent “white” man to keep the “niggas” happy. Not when the Governor of Florida takes it away from the Sanford Mayor and local prosecutors, when the “niggas” threaten the whole state. And not when the Governor of Florida is further motivated to immediately produce an innocent”white” man in chains to avoid a threatened federal intervention from a black Attorney General, and a keenly interested black president. Not when the biggest problem the NAACP can find in America today, is some hick rodeo clown in an Obama mask teasing a bull at the Missouri state fair. When a broken-down cowboy in baggy pants and a Halloween mask being chased around by a bull urgently demands a federal investigation, there can’t be much in the way of actual racism in the nation to complain about.
But a racist, rodeo hell in Missouri, has only been the latest “white outrage” perpetrated against the black American. Not only do the white supremists who own and run everything in the USA threaten to run over black America’s de-facto king, Barack Hussein Obama,with a cow, but only the week before this shocking insult to American blackness, Oprah Winfrey, the richest woman in the world, valued at roughly 3 billion dollars, owner of one of the biggest media franchises in America, walked into a very high-end Zurich fashion boutique dressed in the shop’s estimation, like a cheap poser. She found she couldn’t persuade the clerk to reach up and hand her down a particular handbag she wanted to see. Well, that’s down to racism isn’t it? Or was it sexism? Was it just that she was a lard-ass and a victim of fat-ism? Did that fashionista just think Oprah needed a more massive bag to balance out her massive bag? Or was it just the fact that the Swiss-speaking clerk had a little trouble with English and was simply trying to explain to some curious American housewife, that the Tom Ford crocodile Jennifer bag she wanted to see was the very high end of the line and worth $38,000.00 at a minimum by outside estimates, and the shop valued the bag at $42,000.00. This would by most reasonable assumptions, be well over the budget of the average American poser. The clerk indeed, later explained that she was trying to steer her customer to less expensive versions of the same bag.
When Oprah Winfrey can’t fly to Zurich to visit her tax-sheltered money, run her tubby toes over all the cash in her secret Swiss accounts, and browse handbags that cost more than a new Corvette, without some nosey white foreign shop assistant not recognizing who she is, what a racist world we live in!
Nigga just ain’t gotta chance!
The Martin family and their social, political and legal mouthpieces should give some serious thought to what they think they’re going to accomplish by continuing to rub the nation’s nose in their son’s death. If the case had been clearly and surely anything like the picture they painted a year ago, I wouldn’t have anything to say against them, however crassly they exploited it for fun and profit. But there hasn’t been a shred of truth connected to their entire story. Sybrina Fulton and Tracy Martin have spent over a whole year, not telling the truth, not seeking “justice,” but telling an imaginary story about a whopping huge, sinister white monster who decided out of the blue to go kill an innocent little black kid because he just hated “niggas” and he really hated them in his neighborhood. They sat through every day of the trial like little martyrs and victimized figureheads, just to remind the jury they better make the right decision or there was going to be hell to pay. They saw all the evidence. They got their “real” answers, the known facts didn’t jive with any of their ignorant, hysterical, year-old speculative fiction, and yet, they’re still trying to sell their BS story about the murdering white demon. Why?
The Martinista message remains to this day that America is chock-full of 0ppressive white beasts with their pale chests, their cruel guns, and their bright red necks. Their sponsors and boosters and a host of clinging Civil Rights Industry parasites continue to preach that the “black community” and “young black men” have always been and still remain the frequent and ongoing casualties of this deadly white predation.
But it’s BS. It’s BS, and I contend that somewhere deep down in her heart, even Sybrina Fulton knows it’s BS.
The Trayvon Martin machine won’t even all-out admit yet that George Zimmerman isn’t white. He’s “white Hispanic” whatever that means.” Clearly, they got that patently obvious “fact” dead-wrong from the very start—because they didn’t care about the facts then and still don’t, save one: Their beloved little angel Trayvon is dead, and by God somebody was going to pay for that. They haven’t been on a search for justice. They’ve been on an evangelical mission to canonize Trayvon Martin as the patron saint of all the little black hoodies who end up dead in the night through misadventure.
What the Trayvon Martin conspiracy is doing is dangerous, and more tangibly deadly to the young black males of America, in a practical and measurable way, than George Zimmerman ever was or will be. If the Martin family and friends finally inspire just one of their devoted fanatics to put a bullet into George Zimmerman, it doesn’t save the “black community” from a single threat. George Zimmerman isn’t, and a million like him aren’t, the problem young black males face in the United States of America. Not even the fictionalized, George Zimmerman, the raging white “nigga-killer” is any statistically significant danger to the “black community.”
White, racist, actively murdering, hate-mongers, prowling the night for “nigga” with guns ready to shoot black boys on sight, in reality, are enjoying almost a statistical non-existence in this day and age. But the Trayvon surrogate who feels that Al Sharpton’s constant haranguing about white racist oppression in America, donning his official Trayvon “hoodie” uniform he bought from Sybrina & Co., taking a gun or knife or baseball bat out for a night of “wilding,” and “Trayvon Payback,” maybe even getting lucky and taking a shot at George Zimmerman, or any other randomly passing “white oppressor,” now there’s a very real monster living and walking among you. Creeping around among you all night, every night. Right there in your own un-gated, black neighborhood. There’s the real killer of young black males in the “black community.” It’s other young black males.
Take out Zimmerman, and that’ll be just one more black thug who shoots a free white man minding his own business. And odds are it will be for athletic shoes, a warm-up jacket, pocket change and beer money, or just for the fun of it. So if you don’t think Reverend Al, and Jesse, and the continually sobbing Sybrina Fulton, aren’t providing these generations of restless, misguided young black males with more than enough motivation and justification and direction for their violent tendencies, you’re just lying to yourself. You set this pack of feral black youth out to kill off George Zimmerman and all his white friends, and the world will still be full of Trayvon Martins and their older, thug-mentoring black trainers. And they’ll still be roaming your black neighborhoods. They’ll still have guns, knives, bats, clubs and burglary tools. They’ll still jack cars and shoot each other in drive-bys and kill themselves in cockfights over territory and reputation.
George Zimmerman was never a problem for the “black community” or its young male component. George Zimmerman was only a problem for one young male member of the “black community,” and then only for less than one minute, and only because Trayvon Martin decided to get up in his face, knock him on his ass, climb on his chest, and beat the poo out of him. That’s a very specific set of requirements to make the George Zimmermans of this world a “risk.” And though these might be “rare” requirements relative to some nosey white guy packing heat running into some aimless, wandering “hoodie” in the middle of the night, the entire chain of events that led to Trayvon Martin’s death in respect to the social life of young black youth exclusively, is rather common if you replace George Zimmerman with any group of Trayvon Martin’s thug-wannabe peers.
You can kill a thousand white rednecks and tell yourself you’ve made the world safer for the nation’s little Trayvons. It probably won’t make any difference for even one of them. Sure, I bet you can find a thousand white racists fairly easily. It’s just that even they are not in the habit of murdering little black kids for racially motivated sport and bloodlust. It just doesn’t happen that often. So, in the “black community” it’s convenient to point your finger and blame them for all your little black casualties of the night. But that won’t make a single dent in the statistics that prove Trayvon Martin and his own friends always were, and always will be their own worst enemies.
Erase all the George Zimmermans in the universe, and you’ve done nothing to help Trayvon Martin’s memory or protect the lives of his peers. Some over-zealous community watch volunteer giving your little Trayvon Martin funny looks or following him around isn’t the problem you have to fix in order to protect the young black male population of the United States of America. You can pretend all you want that some big mean white racist just shot Trayvon Martin down on his own doorstep simply because of his black face and thug-style hoodie. But that’s just how you make yourself feel better about how you and your “black community” failed him, how he failed himself.
The way the Martinistas have conducted themselves in seeking “justice” for Trayvon has only made things worse for young black males. They’ve only emboldened the little Trayvons out there to be even more aggressive in their violent, larcenous, thug-like behavior, particularly against whites. Any future George Zimmerman who encounters them in some awkward or threatening situation is going to be even more anxious and fearful of them. The next George Zimmerman is now even more likely to be packing a gun and more likely to use it even quicker, with far less provocation. The Sybrina Fulton hysterical, hyperbolic, race-baiting juggernaut has only antagonized a white, brown, and multi-racial, multi-ethnic population that would have otherwise been sympathetic and willing to help.
There is nothing to be gained by continuing a one-way diatribe about “race in America” or rather, “racism in America” if the “black community” and its representatives like Clan Martin are so deaf to reason and blind to the actual evidence in the case they keep pretending to be pleading. A black American president and attorney general, a
nation’s-worth of “black community leaders,” have deliberately cultivated a bitter polarization of the population of the United States of America, around a legal case that has no bearing whatsoever upon any of the issues they raise in the name of Trayvon Martin.
Likewise, what George Zimmerman was up to with his gun and his neighborhood watch role the night of his interaction with Trayvon Martin, has no relevant connection to any of the inherently internal failings needed to be admitted and resolved in America’s “black community.” Attempting to browbeat a conversation, or bully concessions between the “black community” and the greater, diverse population is pointless until the latter has “cleaned up its own front porch,” as the saying goes. Why should the Irish, the Norwegians, the Polish, Asian, Native American, and American’s various ethnic communities of all national and racial descents, have any patience with, or desire to hear, the constant, knee-jerk bleating coming out of Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson, when it’s so blatantly easy to point to Chicago and ask why it’s all your guys shooting us and each other to the tune of over 500 a year in Chicago alone? And why are conditions in the “black community” about the same in New York and Detroit? Big Democrat, “Black” power structure conclaves?
The combined fury and emotion generated by the prospect of convicting George Zimmerman and punishing him of something, anything, is a frenzy that has been driven exclusively down “black community” paths of adventure, from the streets of Sanford Florida, to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The movement has infected the thought processes of the “Liberal” establishment almost completely. But, to most reasoned observers, it looks like little more than a vendetta that could be titled, “Operation: Get Whitey.”
By making George Zimmerman a political prisoner for a year, and then shame-parading his “guilt” through a highly public show-trial, and then unquestionably losing the case due primarily to the testimony of the prosecution’s own witnesses and presentation of evidence, even in a stacked courtroom fixed by a politically appointed special prosecutor, the Martin posse have merely provided a forum and case study in systematic, anti-white intimidation and persecution by the growing black power structure. The Martin vendetta against George Zimmerman has only shown our longstanding racist friends that they really do have something to worry about if the “niggas” take over. They’ve been warning for years about the “browning of America” and how it’ll be anarchy, chaos, and payback time for the white man.
Sybrina Fulton and company have proved to them it’s all true.
Now the organized racists and hate groups will gleefully place their soap boxes at the head of the big gathering the Trayvonites have brought together so conveniently for them, and in the pervading atmosphere of being just plain fed up with all the race-baiting and whining, it will be easy to make their sales pitches. But the best sales pitch they could ever present to a plain-dumb white population in particular, is the lunatic exaggerations, the mouth-foaming, demented tactics and incredibly stupid rhetoric of the race-hustlers, hate-baiters, political opportunists and attendant posse of all-out “No Limit Niggas” that make up the constituency of Sybrina Fulton and Tracy Martin’s allegedly “noble” search for “justice.”
It’s a lot of things, on a lot of levels, for a lot of reasons. But it’s not justice.
I’m just sayin’: What’s the end-game here for the whole Civil Rights Era? What does all that blood, sweat and tears come down to in today’s terms?