I know, I know, I know: another predictable rant about how the 4th of July ain't the Independence Day for Blacks and that "we didn't land on Plymouth Rock...Plymouth Rock fell on us" and Juneteenth is really a day of independence for Blacks.
Yes. Yes it is--but this time, this year, just to illustrate the leagues to which we must go to at least acknowledge harmful residuals of prejudice and racism and that color STILL AND ALWAYS WILL MATTER, we have the Obamathon to consider.
But first, Sherman: Let's hop in the Wayback Machine to 1995, the Simpson Verdict. Clearly, clearly the ignored and ill-acknowledged "issue of race" reared its ugly head. OJ was found not guilty; loosely speaking, most Whites unraveled while most Blacks rejoiced--per the impetus of the media machine. Naturally, those who videotaped thses responses had a hint as to what they would capture on film, else, why would they wait in anticipation for nothing to occur?
And of course, all of this came in the wake of Rodney King, the seeming victim of police brutality. When that verdict was read, most Blacks unraveled while most Whites rejoiced--per the impetus of the media machine. When riots broke out in the wake of the verdict, Whites were appalled by the "violence" while Blacks "understood the need for kenetic protest."
Race still matters.
And don't make me bring up Susan Smith, please. "A Black man carjacked me," she said--and people were quick to believe her and quick to be deceived by this White victim of violence at the hands of a Black hood.
OK, back to Obama.
Remember when the video of Obama Girl, all sexy White blonde of herself, leapt into the public conscious? She stirred all those antebellum fears of a Black man being openly cooed and having easy access to a White woman. Race.
Remember when much ado was made about his middle name, Hussein? Race and religious fearmongering.
Remember Bill Clinton's reference to Obama being similar to anothe presidential candidate from the 80's by the name of...let's see here...oh yeah--JESSE JACKson? Race.
Remember when he was derided for not being "Black" enough by other Blacks? Race.
Remember the NY art exhibit with blown-up--excuse the horrible pun, here--male genetalia and a poster with him and his daughters entitled "Nappy headed hoes?" Race.
I remember these things--recent history, really--and it stifles if not totally nullifies any desire to celebrate July 4 as Independence Day. I call it the National Barbeque over the Irony Day. I call it the Glad I Don't Have to Work Today holiday. I call it the Gee I Hope I Don't Get Shot While Watching Fireworks in Detroit holiday.
But July 4 will always have a muted meaning to me until America loses more of her affinity to attack Blacks indirectly based on the color of their skin.
And Obama has a long way to go to win the presidency.
Will he be the first president of the United States to be called n----- at a state dinner?
That would be worth $2500 a plate to hear and see that!
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