With the election rolling around, it’s no surprise that a group of people that control over 11% of the vote and could, if they decided to vote in a bloc, sway and control the future of American politics, is back in vogue again.
And sadly, it’s just sweet talk we’re being offered, not promises of any type of performance.
Both Clinton and Trump would be horrible seducers.
Their “game” would be something along the lines of “I’m gonna fuck you so good that I’m gonna love it!”
Meanwhile, how much would it take to promise tightened restrictions on the use of force by police officers?
Probably about as much as it would have taken to ask, which we haven’t because we allow muhfuccas to convince us to see the importance of “America” before our own interests at all times, at all costs.
And we know this shit.
We know that Blacks have fought in every single American war starting with the Revolutionary – during which a Black man was the very first casualty – and coming right up to and through Iraq and Afghanistan.
To prove American greatness, Dream Teams and Jesse Owens’ were trotted out, but once the point was proven – especially in Jesse’s case – try looking for work.
And, of course, us being the only ones asked to put aside our petty individual concerns during a time when the country is deciding on a new leader-n-chief is on it’s face absurd because when else should petty individual concerns be as important as when trying to determine who best to service them?
And more than that, it should be obvious where we as Black people should see ourselves in the context of America if only because of the fact that we’re not only “Black” people but “Black” Americans.
Notice which word comes first in each case. The one that’s most significant one; the qualifier. It immediately alters the descriptive, becoming, in turn, more important that what’s being described.
In other words, “Don’t worry about them; they’re only Black Americans.”
Meanwhile, if we were “Americans of African Descent” – and no, I’m not recommending a name change here; Lord knows we’ve had more names since we’ve been in this dump than Dikembe Mutombo Mpolondo Mukamba Jean-Jacques Wamutombo – but what I am saying, if you were, like I, beginning to wonder if there was a point to all this, if we’re going to continue to be treated like some kind of fringe element, why don’t we not only accept it, but act like one?
Why do we rush to “prove” ourselves fully American or even answer each and every call America puts out?
I’ve been cut in lines at Burger King by people that didn’t speak a word of English but knew enough to know that if a fight ensued and the cops were called, I’d be the one that had to be most concerned about their arrival.
And why is that?
Are we the biggest punks on the planet; terrified of a force we’ve got outnumbered more than 38-1?
In V for Vendetta, V said, “People shouldn’t be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people.”
Should he have added “…unless they’re Black people?”
Now as these final two, er, candidates prance, dance, debate and plead for my vote, I still haven’t heard the one thing that members of every other group seem to have heard from the very beginning which is: by voting or you, what’s in it for me?