Mark My Words

MarkMyWord

Hear, ye!!! Hear, ye!!! Black man and his companion, the Black woman—stop!!! I need you to sit down, zip it and leave emotions at the door. Why? Because our emotional attitudes are a primary reason we’re still stuck in the same old rut.

What rut, you ask? The rut that’s so wide and so deep, we can’t seem to climb out of it. The kind of rut that has us running to the source of our oppression, hoping to have someone who looks like them and talks like them, fired or reprimanded. My, we’re so damn easy to please.

So, he (whose name I don’t have to use right this minute) said something we find offensive. How many rappers today aren’t? But wait a minute, it’s supposed to be okay for Blacks to degrade Blacks—but the same doesn’t go for whites? Spare me.

I don’t have the time or the inclination to waste on people like Imus, or on those of us who feel only Blacks have a right to “keep it in the family.” He is what he is. And to expect anything more is just plain delusion on our part.

And before I get too wound up and find myself in that emotional category I’m telling you to avoid, I’m going to ask you to hold on to your seat for what comes next. You ready? I actually respect the fact that Imus said what was really on his mind. Sure, he backpedaled like they all do, but he said it.

I’d rather an in-your-face racist any day than somebody who disguises their “sheets” in the form of business suits and ready smiles.

This post that finally got me back into the blog world isn’t about Imus, though. I don’t have time to concentrate on his silliness. To do that would be playing into the hands of those who keep tossing bad fish to the side, because they know Blacks are going to bag it and take it home for supper.

That’s what this is really about. THEY know us, and they know us well. They know we’ll spend eons discussing what somebody said about us. We’ll spend that same eternity complaining about all the damage they’re doing to us. But, in the same token, we won’t do a damn thing about it. We’re too much like a bunch of PMSing women—all emotion, no action. And THEY know it.

In due time, we’ll simmer down about Imus, just like we do everything else. We’ll place him in Jesus’ hands and we’ll move on. Always the forgiving people. Always the people for whom an apology will suffice.

When will apologies not be enough? When we will become more concerned about getting us together as a people and concentrating less on what they say? Don’t you see that everything they do is backed by a motive, one bent on keeping us preoccupied, while they continue to rape the Earth and its people, one country at a time?

So, call up Al Sharpton and tell him to cool it—his words mean nothing to this man. Give Jesse a call, too, and tell him that if he can’t use that good pair of shoes, somebody else can.

People, emotions alone will not win this centuries-long war we’re fighting. If you’re not prepared to take collective action, then step down and admit your continued defeat. This is a new day and it requires “actionaries,” not reactionaries.

And if we’re going to present a collective front we’re going to have to get to the point where we can dispense with the superficialities of your religion against my religion, your skin color versus my skin color, etc.

Mark my words there’ll be another Imus. Instead of protesting his employment, thank him for his honesty and, if by chance you get a close-up, beat his ass down. That’ll be considered emotionally charged action—something I’m willing to overlook.