Blackface Is As American As Apple Pie.

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Back in the day the current governor of  Virginia liked to rub shoe polish on his face and black it up.   Pictures have appeared.  Outrage has ensued.  Demowimps and Rethuglicans alike agree.  Bad boy   Gotta go.

Allow me to retort.  Governor Ralph Northam should not resign.

He should stay right where he is. He should not quit. He should remain in power until his term is over. Do NOT give into the social media mobs and the echo chamber of woke social justice warriors. Do NOT grovel before the conveniently moralistic conservatives of right-wing radio, Fux News and other Trump zombie droogs. Don’t listen to them Governor. Hang tough. Stay the course. Don’t retreat and don’t surrender.

Because this is bigger than you.

What is it within non-Black people to believe they can smear makeup on their faces, name a professional football team “Redskins,” elect a man who calls Mexicans “rapists” and gleefully brags about grabbing women by the pussy, exterminate entire groups of people based upon their race, the color of their skin, or for praying to a different god?

What is it that allows the same race who invaded North and South America and eradicated both the Indian and the buffalo, brought the slave to the New Land chained in the hold of ships as they laid in their own bodily wastes as well as the hapless, hopeless others being stolen from Africa to delude themselves that their ancestors aren’t part of those who would make America great on the broken backs of the Blacks?

Why take so much unseemly pleasure in the all but certain fall in the impending fall of a governor of a state where you don’t live, pretty much forgotten all about since his election against a Confederacy cuddling cretin and you never had a chance to vote for or against in the first damn place? Be honest. How many of y’all who live outside of Virginia really gave two fucks about Ralph Northam before his trending on social media numbers when he said something on one day that the right-wingers were calling an endorsement of infanticide and before the weekend is over some embarrassing pics from his past just happened to pop-up IMMEDIATELY AFTER.

You think that’s a coincidence? You don’t think somebody somewhere put that info out there? You don’t think Northam didn’t make himself some serious enemies when he went from obscurity to notoriety in less than a week? You don’t think those Russian, Chinese and North Korean bots aren’t blowing up Twitter and Facebook and the rest of social media every day to sow confusion, fear, anger and dissension among the American people? You think they save that only for presidential and congressional elections? You don’t think there are governmental agencies, private individuals and groups, corporations and dark little cabals working day and night then night and day to feed our petty little hatreds and fears and worst case scenarios?

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Let make this clear. Ralph Northam is a trash human being. Saying that wasn’t him in one picture, but he did wear blackface to portray Michael Jackson is the definition of difference without a difference. But let’s be honest, okay? You think getting rid of Ralph Northam changes anything? It never has before, so why should this time be any different?

Nothing is gonna to change. Not until good White folks take responsibility for owning their own shit. Not until good White folks really own up that the only way to raise the next generation of good White folks is to not act as if purging one useless politician is purging the entire group of their long history of privilege and power over over races and groups.

Not until White people take responsibility for not teaching and training their kids that blackface isn’t cool and it isn’t hip and it isn’t harmless. Not until White parents sit down with their White children and include among their dinner table conversations a reminder that blackface is always wrong and doesn’t feed right into the mentality of Black folks that White folks don’t give even slightly close to a fuck when it comes to calling out their own bigotry and superiority.

Angela Davis once said, “I feel that if we don’t take seriously the ways in which racism is embedded in structures of institutions, if we assume that there must be an identifiable racist who is the perpetrator, then we won’t ever succeed in eradicating racism.” Which we won’t. Not as long as the masses are convinced if only if they burn enough witches we’ll burn all the bigotry out of the Caucasoid.

Not gonna happen. Not until you come get your children. Whether they’re moderate Democrats in Virginia or MAGA gear-rockers from Covington Catholic in Kentucky or teachers in Iowa and in California or fraternities, sororities, sporting events or the boyfriend of an Oscar-winning actress, blackface is wrong. No matter when or no matter the reason. It can’t be anything else.

Getting rid of a non-entity of Northam will only get rid of one asshole in a lawn full of blooming assholes who think they can nod and wink at racist imagery and it won’t come back to bite them in the buttocks. This is like putting a Band-Aid on someone who needs brain (and heart) surgery.

This is not a matter of throwing yet another dumb-ass White man under the mashing wheels of yet another bus. This not about soothing the ruffled feelings of the liberal cognoscenti who frequently eat their own to preserve their own sense Northam is a deviant gene and not part of the hardwired racism that is endemic within White people. Nor is it about joining hands with the conservative witchfinders who were calling for the Virginia governor’s head at the beginning of the week and are now joining by their opposite number by the end of the week.

This is about treating a symptom while ignoring the disease. This is about deflecting upon others the flaws that lie within ourselves. Ralph Northam is not an outlier. He is not an aberration or a deviant gene. This is America. Ralph Northam is as traditionally an American a story as they come.

If you didn’t give a fuck about the “good people on both sides” bullshit when Trump spewed that shit about the neo-Nazis and White supremacist White Trash who murdered Heather Heyer, u can miss me with your sanctimonious, hypocritical bullshit.   Don’t wanna none of that.

If you didn’t give a fuck when Donald John Trump and the “Blacks love me” became the 45th Resident of the UnUnited States of Amerikka and all the White supremacist endorsements he earned, u can miss me with your sanctimonious, hypocritical bullshit.   Don’t need none o’ that either.

If you didn’t give a fuck when Donald John Trump and his bought-and-paid bobblehead both dragged Barack Obama as an outsider, an unfit usurper, and a fake, fraudulent hustler who lied about where he was born, then yes, you can miss me with your sanctimonious, hypocritical bullshit.

And if you think Governor Northam is anything but the fruit of a bipartisan poisoned treee where Dems and Repubs take turns clowning, mocking  and dogging out Black people, u can miss me with all of your sanctimonious, hypocritical  bullshit and oh, by the way, FUCK YOU VERY MUCH.

There’s nothing to debate.  There is no statue of limitations for ignorant, bigoted behavior.   Ralph Northam should definitely be the immediate former governor of Virginia, but singling him out as a bad example doesn’t make all White People good ones.

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Racism thrives not because Blacks keeping harping on it but because Whites don’t realize how they enable it and assist it in continuing to thrive.  George Wallace is dead.  Lester Maddox is dead.   Strom Thurmond, James Eastland, Theodore Bilbo, Byron de la Beckwith, and Bull Connor are all dead, dead, DEAD.   Deader than disco.  Dead as fuck.

But racism didn’t die with them.   It not only lives even to this day, it thrives because there is a straight line from Northman’s blackface then and Covington Catholic now.

And if you don’t see the correlation, then you’re no different, no better and just as culpable as they are.   Enjoy the smug confidence you’re more enlightened than they are.   Then ask yourself, “What have I done to kill my own racism and that of the people in my life?”

I hope you sleep well with the answer.

 

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Breaking the Silence

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Surprised?  You should see it from this end.

When The Domino Theory went dark in 2016,  I had grown tired of blogging.   I was tired of writing about dead Black people.  I was tired of writing about racism.   I was tired of writing.

So I stepped away.   Here we are entering Year Three of  President Pussygrabber’s occupation of the Oval Office and while I haven’t been entirely silent on social media, I definitely receded into the background.   That was not an accident.

I never intended to blog for eight years, but my intentions aren’t always dead on.    The whole idea behind this blog was it was going to be where I kept my writing chops sharp in-between freelancing gigs.  As it turned out, it became my primary outlet when I stopped freelancing.

In a perfect world,  I would have parlayed my blog into a contributing gig with some newspaper, magazine or website, but that’s not where most journalists are ending up these days.   Most of my colleagues are out of journalism.  Some left it voluntary and some went back to college to get a Masters  and a few up and quit and a few passed away.   Whatever the reasons, I now know more former than working journalists.

In the end it seemed a good time to step away from blogging, from writing, from being concerned, from being committed.

But this is not a time to be uncommitted.   We are at risk.  All of us.   There’s a madman in the White House and he has the nuclear launch codes.   Passivity is not going to cut it and neither is hunkering down.   As Audre Lorde said, “Your silence will not protect you.”

The dominoes have fallen and the theory has become an ugly ass reality.   It’s time to break my silence as Dr. King did in April 4, 1967, a year to the day before his assassination.

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I am convinced that if we are to get on the right side of the world revolution, we as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin…we must rapidly begin the shift from a thing-oriented society to a person-oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights, are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, extreme materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered.

A true revolution of values will soon cause us to question the fairness and justice of many of our past and present policies. On the one hand, we are called to play the Good Samaritan on life’s roadside, but that will be only an initial act. One day we must come to see that the whole Jericho Road must be transformed so that men and women will not be constantly beaten and robbed as they make their journey on life’s highway. True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar. It comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring.

A true revolution of values will soon look uneasily on the glaring contrast of poverty and wealth.

MLK was a great American because he challenged America to be greater than it was and he didn’t need a stupid red hat to get the point across.    Don’t think for a moment I’m trying to compare myself to King.   All I aspire to be is the kind of strong Black man he was and like my father was.

That is why I have zero tolerance for silence including mine.  Especially mine.   Now is the time to be the creative extremists MLK wanted us to be.

 

Death of A Journalist

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There is no connection between my career as a journalist and that of an accomplished and inspirational icon like Gwen Ifill except for this one personal anecdote.

In 2008, I was an attendee at the UNITY convention in Chicago. UNITY was where four journalism organizations, the National Association of Black Journalists, the National Association of Hispanic Journalists, Asian-American Journalists Association and the Native American Journalists Association held one joint convention. It was like a Woodstock for news scribes and it was glorious.

One afternoon, I’m walking through the convention center on my way to a seminar and approaching in the other direction was Gwen Ifill. I stopped her and told her how much I admired and respected her. She smiled a pleasant smile and accepted my fanboy platitudes, shook my hand and went on her way.

That’s my personal Gwen Ifill story.

I recall how Ifill moderated the 2004 vice-presidential debate between Dick Cheney and John Edwards and she asked a question about the high rate of HIV-infected Black women which clearly neither Cheney or Edwards were prepared to answer.  These powerful White men were stunned into silence and mumbles, by an intrepid Black woman doing her job and doing it well.

Discomforting the comfortable: That’s what a real journalist does and Ifill was a real journalist in an age where they’re in scant supply.    Gwen Ifill always treated journalism as a profession worthy of respect and she worked hard at The Boston Globe, The New York Times, NBC News and PBS to earn it.

Now more than ever we needed Ifill’s kind of clarity and integrity and with her loss we’re all a little poorer for it.

Are You Ready For Some Debating?

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Tonight when she takes the  stage for the first presidential debate with Donald Trump at Hofstra University It’s a given Hillary Clinton enters the debate with a superior advantage in knowledge of policy, international and domestic issues, gravitas, substance and will not at any time brag about her lady parts.

If Trump gets through the debate without calling Clinton a “lyin’ ass bitch”, he’ll be declared the winner by those already predisposed to do so. That’s okay. My own expectations are we’re going to have a substantive and civil discourse on matters of great importance in a dignified debate.

Kidding! I’m appalled this debate has been framed like a heavyweight fight and the only question is how many jabs and feints will it take before the big knockout punch is thrown.

I will be watching the debates with a glass of sangria in one hand and the TV remote in the other so I can follow the Falcons vs. Saints game. I have a Saints receiver starting for my fantasy football team (The Blair Walsh Project) and I’d like to finish my weekend strong. However, as a good American, I am skilled at viewing two vastly different events at the same time and thus switch between a relatively meaningless early NFL game and an important discussion between two wildly unpopular and disliked people vying for the right to lead a nation into peace or war.

James Fallows on why we will watch and what it will mean

Clinton has the burden is to show she can be trusted. Trump has the burden of trying to appear, not only presidential, but sane. He’s got the easier lift.

If you don’t have time to read Fallows’ analysis of the first debate, take 4:49 and it sums it up nicely.

Trump cannot immediately become an American dictator if he wins.  But within four years? Challenge accepted!

So! We meet again!

So! We meet again!

Make no mistake about it. Donald Trump would be like no other president we’ve ever had because he’s like no other presidential candidate we’ve ever seen. No need to go down the list of Trump’s personality quirks, propensity to lie repeatedly even when he doesn’t have to, or the policy proposals and statements which would be nightmarish in their effect or just flat-out unconstitutional as proposed.

There is something about Trump which tells me he wouldn’t be an American dictator.  He’s vicious and evil enough, but also too lazy to commit to  it.  He’s not philosophically motivated or driven by ideology to pursue the means to accomplish the ends of dismantling democracy.  Anyone as flaky as Trump can be isn’t going to round-up all his enemies and waterboard them when he becomes Commander-in-Chief. That’s too small.   Sure, he’d  make their lives a living hell, but that sort of fun and games will be President Trump’s downtime distraction  in-between starting a war with Iran or North Korea  and  shooting the shit with his new butt-buddy, Vladimir Putin.

There will be no dull days with Trump in the White House. He may walk into the Situation Room in a foul mood because the First Lady wouldn’t give him a handjob last night, so now he’s ready to bomb the bejesus outta somebody and shout, “Bring me the nuclear football!”

Nothing to worry about.  Just the fate of the free world.  That’s all.

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Trump will look to add Clinton to his list of victims.

The Warmth of Ashleigh Smith’s “Sunkissed.”

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Summer 2016 was hot, sticky and not a lot of fun. Many big name Hollywood blockbusters tanked. The presidential election has been a long slog. Television ratings for the Summer Olympics were off and every time you turned on the TV there were plenty of reasons to turn it back off.

Then along came Ashleigh Smith to save the summer with Sunkissed as welcome as coming across brightly sparkling gem in the sand. Blessed with maturity beyond her years, Smith is a singer more than a stylist who caresses and interprets a song than hammer the listener with hey-look-at-me vocal gymnastics.

The 27-year-old Dallas-based singer/songwriter effortlessly blends soul, jazz and pop on her debut album. Smith’s “Best Friends” is radio-friendly and serves as a nice introduction to what she brings to the party. There’s a breezy bossa nova groove to the tune as Smith references her fondness for Stevie Wonder courtesy of Kevin Wyatt’s quality harmonica work.

Smith’s skill set includes songwriting as she co-wrote five of the album’s 10 compositions. The other half includes covers of The Beatles “Blackbird’ and Hall & Oates’ 1975 hit, “Sara Smile” and they work best as showpieces for Smith’s comfort with lighter fare without really moving the needle as game-changing interpretations.

What does work better for Smith are her own songs like “The World Is Calling,” a commentary on contemporary social issues which avoids becoming preachy, the optimistic “Sunkissed” and the sparkling “Into the Blue” which is enhanced in no small part by the four-piece horn section arranged by trumpeter Jarriel Carter. The whole album is brimming with right choices by Smith and producers Chris Dunn and Nigel Rivers and avoids any glaring missteps, but “Into the Blue” is a track that demands repeat listening.

In 2014, Smith won the Sarah Vaughan International Vocal Competition after placing second two years later. She added vocal backup for pop artist Chrisette Michele and covers one of her compositions, “Love Is You” but Smith is equally comfortable with standards as she closes out with Anthony Newley’s “Pure Imagination” from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory stripped down to only her multi-tracked vocals and it is a pure delight.

Read the liner notes and the names of the other musicians likely aren’t familiar ones. That is not an accident. Smith wanted to avoid “big name” musicians and went with other players she worked with from a jazz camp at the University of North Texas. When a new artist enters the studio the temptation is there to wrap them in a cocoon of hand-picked professional musicians and production. Thankfully, Sunkissed does not succumb to playing it safe and Smith never gets lost in studio gimmicks.

In 2014,  one my favorite AAJ critics (me!)  wrote, “For jazz not only to thrive, but survive, it must begin to create its own superstars who can deliver a much-needed shot of adrenaline to the flagging art form, but have skills in social media and marketing, creating a global brand, and finding new forms beyond record sales, radio play and live gigs in fewer clubs and concert halls to reach the new breed of jazz fans.”

Ashleigh Smith announces with Sunkissed the next generation of jazz artists is here for the previous generation to pass the baton on to capable hands. She’s not the next Sarah Vaughan. She’s the first Ashleigh Smith.

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Ms. Smith would like to sing for you if that’s okay.

Track Listing: Best Friends; Sara Smile; The World Is Calling; Love Is You; Blackbird; Sunkissed; Into the Blue; Brokenhearted Girl; Beautiful and True; Pure Imagination

Personnel: Ashleigh Smith: vocals; Shelton Summers: piano, Fender Rhodes; Sergio Pamies: piano (9); Joel Cross: guitar; Mark Lettieri: electric guitar (3, 9); Justin Schenk: electric guitar (3, 9); Nigel Rivers: electric bass; Cedric Moore: drums (1, 5); Marcus Jones: drums (2, 4); Matt Young: drums (9); Cleon Edwards: drums; Greg Beck: percussion (1); AJ Flores: percussion: (2-4, 6, 7); Kevin Wyatt: harmonica (1); Jarriel Carter: trumpet (1,7); Jason Davis: saxophone (1, 7); Gaika James: trombone (1, 7); Antone Amalbert: trombone (1, 7); Veronica Gan: 1st violin (4, 9); Emily Aquin: 2nd violin (4, 9); Emily Williams: viola (1, 7); Craig Leffer: cello (1, 7); Sergio Pamies: string arrangement; Jarriel Carter: horn arrangement

Year Released: 2016 | Record Label: Concord Records

A different version of this review originally appeared in All About Jazz

Those Whom Speak the Truth Will Suffer For It.

Eric Holder,  President Obama’s first attorney general,  had only been on the job for a month when he called out the whole damn U.S. of A. for its timid reluctance to talk about race in an open and honest way.   Though this nation has proudly thought of itself as an ethnic melting pot, in things racial we have always been and continue to be, in too many ways, essentially a nation of cowards. Though race related issues continue to occupy a significant portion of our political discussion, and though there remain many unresolved racial issues in this nation, we, average Americans, simply do not talk enough with each other about race.”

Conservatives already didn’t like Holder before,  but they were really pissed at him for being rude enough to remind the nation this isn’t a post-racial paradise.   When Black people tell White people things like this they are going to get crushed for doing so.    This is where Colin Kaepernick finds himself in today.

If you’re a professional athlete and you’re actively supporting Black Lives Matter, you’re putting yourself in the frying pan.   If you refuse to stand for the Star-Spangled Banner, you’re cooked.   America loved Muhammad Ali  after he got sick and no longer dangerous, but they don’t want NFL players walking in his shoes.

As a longtime San Francisco 49ers fan, my interest was rekindled when Jim Harbaugh selected  Colin Kaepernick as the quarterback to lead the 49ers back to somewhere Alex Smith never could get to:  The Super Bowl.  They came up three points short to the Baltimore Ravens, but the future looked bright for the  Niners and Kaepernick looked like the guy to return the franchise to its Montana/Young glory days.

Only four players remain from that 2012 Super Bowl runner-up and after today’s final  roster cuts today while Kaepernick is  still one of them,  it’s only as the $11 million back-up to the wretched Blaine Gabbert.

The scourging of Colin Kaepernick takes several different lines of attack.

“Kaepernick is a rich, well-paid football player who should shut up because where else is he going to enjoy this level of success.”

Because only poor people have the right to protest?

“Kaepernick is a lousy football player who should be cut, traded or ride the bench in San Francisco. Who is he to say anything?”

It’s true Kapernick is not the hot property he once was, but he is an American citizens and American citizens are not required to stand and observe the National Anthem. This right extends even to professional football players. Incredible, yes I know.

“Kaepernick isn’t Black so what does he know about how Black men experience racism?”

That one came courtesy of NBC Sports’ Rodney Harrison. Harrison, who suffered at least 10 concussions in his playing days and was suspended four games in 2007 for using Human Growth Hormone, later “apologized” for questioning Kaepernick’s racial roots because he didn’t know Kaepernick was Black.

You may not believe it, Rodney Harrison, but this IS a Black guy. (Credit: Orlando Ramirez-USA TODAY Sports)

You may not believe it, Rodney Harrison, but this IS a Black guy.
(Credit: Orlando Ramirez-USA TODAY Sports)

I can’t even.

“I acknowledge Kaepernick’s right to protest, but since America is one of the least racist countries on the planet, he’s protesting about the wrong thing.”

Here’s the thing:  if you only agree someone has the right to protest when you agree with what they’re protesting about, you don’t really believe in the right.

Kaepernick is not the next MLK. He’s not the next Jim Brown, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Muhammad Ali or any other Black athlete who has stood up (or sat down) to protest the racial inequities of America. He’s the first Colin Kaepernick and he’s following the light all those before him cast upon the darkness of American racism.

Some guys don’t get it. Like Rodney Harrison. Some guys do like Bart Scott.

“I think the death of Muhammad Ali has stirred the pot. It has moved the needle to where athletes are becoming socially conscious. They’re not concerned about the bottom line. They’re not concerned with their dollars. They understand that they have a voice and [they’re] almost ashamed of how they used their voice in the last 20 years since Jim Brown, Lew Alcindor, Muhammad Ali stepped up for social change. Now, guys are ashamed and I think they’re going to try to do something about it.

“We just honored the same man that we persecuted back in the day. It’s always the right time to fight for justice, fight for what you believe in. It’s never a convenient time to talk about what you believe in. You’re supposed to wait til tomorrow? Until he’s not a player? Who’s going to listen? If he had tweeted, who would have cared?”

The way this supposedly washed-up, scrub QB is being vilified, scorned, mocked, and damned, you would think he came out of the huddle, ripped off his jersey revealing a “Black Lives Matter” T-shirt, and then pulled out an American flag and set it on fire on the 50-yard line. All he did was remaining seated on the bench instead of standing for an anthem that has lost its meaning for him.

Maybe Kaepernick eventually goes and maybe he stays.  Either way, the 49ers are going to suck.  This is a rotten team. and the bookmakers give them the least chance to make it to the Super Bowl.   I knew this before this drama jumped off so where Kap stands on the national anthem, Black Lives Matter or being able to check down to a receiver probably isn’t going to make much difference to the overall product on the field.

American history is soaked in the blood of Black people. It is the nation’s Original Sin and it didn’t end as much as it evolved. If it hasn’t why are we still having this discussion. Racism is a cancer, not a bruise. It goes dormant and then it blazes back to ferocious life.

White Americans have a remarkable talent to ignore the past, sugarcoat the future and hope the future never comes. This works for them until every so often someone like Colin Kaepernick comes along to remind them, that’s the America they created for themselves. It’s not the one Black Americans live in.

Thanks,  Colin for reminding the rest of America, but its gonna cost you.

Even Mo’ Racist #@%*! Trump Says

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There is no tragic event…

A cousin of Dwyane Wade was shot and killed Friday afternoon in Chicago while pushing her baby in a stroller.

Nykea Aldridge, 32, was a mother of four who had gone to register her older children for elementary school when she was shot in the head and arm around 3:30 p.m., according to Chicago’s ABC 7.

Aldridge was in the Parkway Gardens neighborhood on Chicago’s South Side, caught in the crossfire of an altercation she was not involved with, police reports said.

“The entire Chicago Bulls organization is deeply saddened by the news of Dwyane Wade’s cousin, Nykea Aldridge,” the team said in a statement released Friday night. “We send our deepest condolences to the entire Wade family during this difficult time.”

…Donald Trump won’t exploit.

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At a rally on Wednesday, Trump said, “Hillary Clinton is a bigot who sees people of color only as votes, not as human beings worthy of a better future.”

Donald Trump is a sickening, vile, repugnant, repulsive, racist asshole and if you support a sickening, vile, repugnant, repulsive racist asshole, what does that say about you?

What it says to me is the only difference between you and Trump is you ain’t rich.

Donald Trump Is Our Great White Father

“Look at my African-American!”

Donald Trump wants the Black vote.   Okay, that’s not true.  He doesn’t want the Black vote, but he has to say he wants the Black vote despite doing nothing to get it.

“What do you have to lose? You’re living in poverty. Your schools are no good. You have no jobs. Fifty-eight percent of your youth is unemployed. What the hell do you have to lose? I will produce. I will produce the inner cities and I will produce for the African Americans. And the Democrats will not produce. All they’ve done is taken advantage of your vote. … If you keep voting for the same people, you’ll get exactly the same result.”

This is like a bear telling you its better if you let him eat you instead of being devoured by piranhas because it’ll go quicker.   Trump next made a bold prediction what happens if he wins and runs for reelection in 2020.

I guarantee you that I will get over 95 percent of the African-American vote. I promise you. Because I will produce.”

Let’s unpack that last part first. Donald Trump will NEVER get over 95 percent of the Black vote. Right now, he’s struggling to get to five percent. Hillary Clinton is killing Trump so bad with Black voters that he’s drawing historically low numbers. How low can Trump go? Lower than the percentage of votes Barry Goldwater and George Wallace got from Blacks.

Ouch.

Secondly, Donald Trump is not going to Black voters seeking their support. His “what the hell have you got to lose?” remarks were made in Dimondale, Michigan, a city that is less than 1 percent Black. Trump has declined invitations to speak to the NAACP convention in Cincinnati and the joint convention of the National Association of Black Journalists and National Association of Hispanic Journalists in Washington.

Having a great relationship with The Blacks. (Photo by Jeff Kravitz/FilmMagic)

Having a great relationship with The Blacks.
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Trump didn’t even send his national director of African-America outreach, Omarosa Manigault to pinch hit for him.     Actually there is no African-American outreach by Trump and there never was.  It’s an outreach to White Americans in hopes of convincing them they aren’t voting for an insane racist (hint: they are) .

This is obvious to Michael Steele, the former chairman of the Republican National Committee, who told The Wall Street Journal he has passed along requests from historically black colleges for Mr. Trump to speak….“You don’t go to a white community to talk about black folks. Hello, it doesn’t make sense.”

Actually, it makes a lot of sense if the audience you’re trying to reach with your open invitation isn’t the one you’re really interested in.

This is obvious to Jamelle Boulle of Slate.

Trump needs to do something, and nonwhite voters are already too far gone for the real estate mogul to make up lost ground. (Trump is on pace to lose black voters by the largest margin in modern American history, surpassing even Barry Goldwater’s catastrophic performance in the 1964 presidential election.) Enter Kellyanne Conway, part of the latest round of political operatives to hitch their fate to Trump’s aspirations. Last week, Conway—who backed Texas Sen. Ted Cruz in the Republican primaries—supplanted Paul Manafort as manager for the Trump campaign. And in short order, she has worked to tame the worst of Trump’s behavior.

The goal is straightforward: If Trump seems more normal and less erratic, then he could begin to win those white college-educated voters who are critical to victory in states like Colorado, Florida, North Carolina, and Pennsylvania. For Team Trump, it’s a simple equation. If those voters are turned off by his racist rhetoric, then he could address their fears by loudly reaching out to black voters. It’s an old strategy, meant to assure a critical set of Republican-leaning voters that they aren’t backing a bigot.

Conway herself gave away the game in a Sunday interview with ABC’s George Stephanopoulos. “I live in a white community. I’m white. I was very moved by his comment,” said Conway, when asked about the all-white venue for Trump’s comments and the extent to which they sustain the idea that most black Americans live in poverty. Likewise, on Monday, Republican National Committee spokesperson Sean Spicer pointed to Trump’s belated adherence to anti-discrimination laws as evidence of black outreach, something that wouldn’t win a single black voter to Trump’s side, but might assuage some white ones.

The Great White Father of the unwashed Black masses is continuing his soul serenade as he speaks to overwhelmingly White audiences about the Negro Problem.

Poverty. Rejection. Horrible education. No housing. No homes. No ownership. Crime at levels nobody has seen. You can go to war zones in countries that we’re fighting and it’s safer than living in some of our inner cities. They’re run by the Democrats.”

Look, it is a disaster the way African Americans are living. We’ll get rid of the crime. You’ll be able to walk down the street without getting shot. Right now, you walk down the street, you get shot.”

He’s absolutely right. When I took the trash out, I had to duck and cover to avoid a couple of drug dealers shooting it out in the alley and on my way to work, I sped past a drive-by and a gang rape.

Trump paints a dire picture of what life is like for Black people, and he’s showing off his Art of the Unreal to enthusiastic audiences of Whites who eat up all this doom and gloom of violence, dysfunction, addition, poverty, unemployment and rampant crime. That’s not how most Black people live, but when the only Black folks you know are Omarosa, that’s the way Trump sees how they live.

Some Black Votes Don’t Matter.

What that means is obvious to New York Times columnist, Charles Blow.

“Donald Trump is a bigot, there’s no other way to get around it. Anybody who accepts that, supports it. Anybody supports it is promoting it and that makes you a part of the bigotry itself. You have to decide whether or not you want to be part of the bigotry that is Donald Trump. You have to decide whether you want to be part of the sexism and misogyny that is Donald Trump.”

And there you have it. Donald Trump isn’t appealing to Black voters. He doesn’t even talk to them and he knows he’s not getting their votes. When they aren’t being constantly shot at, Black voters know Trump’s history and they aren’t going to be suckered in by his sweet words that Daddy will make it all right.

Trump’s latest “pivot” (or is it “flailing?”), that all Black Americans are living in a dystopian war zone only HE can save them from is an insult to every sentient, conscious Black American and should be considered an insult by every sentient, conscious White American.

Trump is treading a familiar road. It’s a road where all the criminals are Black like George H.W. Bush’s Willie Horton and everyone on welfare and food stamps are Black like Ronald Reagan’s “welfare queens” and Blacks are a problem to be solved instead of citizens to be involved.

Playing upon stereotypes and racial fear and resentment is an old tactic, but a very successful one. Lee Atwater would smile with pride.

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