The Sorority Nobody Wanted to Join.

Cosby victims

(photo: New York magazine)

“I walk her out. She does not look angry. She does not say to me, don’t ever do that again. She doesn’t walk out with an attitude of a huff, because I think I’m a pretty decent reader of people and their emotions in these romantic sexual things, whatever you want to call them.”

~ Bill Cosby speaking about Andrea Constand in his 2005 deposition.
The most powerful image on the Internet today is a simple one. 35 women sitting on a chair. The youngest is and the oldest. 35 women with somber, serious and at points nearly blank looks on their faces who stare into the camera and say they were sexually assaulted by Bill Cosby.

No two people will view the 35 exactly the same way. That’s what makes it one hell of a picture. There’s a photographic beauty in the ugly circumstances that binds 35 strangers together in a  sorority none of them want to be part of.

New York magazine published the story which took months to do, but unfortunately it is was accessible for hours because a hacker crashed the website. Fortunately, someone found a working link and passed it on to me and I passed it on to someone else. The site is now back up.

How one responds to the cover varies by what the Cosby scandal means to you. I’ve  encountered reactions from “I’m going to call Barnes & Noble and have them hold a copy for me” to it doesn’t change anything about how they already felt that many of these women were out for fame and publicity since they are revealing their names and showing their faces.

Someone said it was a dog pile “We already know Cosby is a scumbag. This is just unnecessary.” I got one “I don’t care” followed by “It’s not that I don’t care, but I’ve heard enough about this.”

I understand that. I reached my saturation point in talking, reading and writing about Cosby a while ago and I’d like to take an extended break from the subject.   Until and unless an even bigger shoe drops, I will and not because I don’t care but because endlessly living in this story will make me stop caring.

Being as I’m one of those dinosaurs who still subscribes to magazines and New York being one of them, I can sit somewhere comfortable and quietly look at the pictures and read all the stories and lose myself in the process of reading instead of swiping, scrolling and clicking.

It won’t be a pleasurable read.  It is a necessary one.

 

Bill Cosby Is Not Dead But He’s Dead To Me.

Nobody Left to Lie To.

Bill Cosby is dead. Well, technically, he’s not. Bill Cosby is still very much alive, but the Bill Cosby we thought Bill Cosby was is dead. That Cosby was a comedic genius and despite never winning an Oscar, he turned out to be a better actor than anyone ever gave him credit for.

Acted like a comedian. Acted like a nice guy. Acted like a philanthropist. Acted like America’s Dad. Turned out to be a rapist. Whoops. Ya got us all, Bill. Too bad you’re dead now.

Not dead as being laid out in a nice suit with his hands folded over his chest and looking so lifelike the mortician deserves some praise for making Bill look so natural.   Not that kind of dead at all.     Bill Cosby is alive but he should be dead to you.   Dead as in you’ll never laugh at him again.  Dead as in you now know beyond any reasonable doubt the man is a predator, a liar, and a rapist.

That’s the kind of dead man Bill Cosby is.   More dead to the world than he is alive.

Thing were already going bad for Cosby  before President Obama raised eyebrows by responding to  a reporter who wondered  maybe someone should take back the Presidential Metal of Freedom Award   Cosby received from President  Bush in 2002.   Maybe someone should reconsider the honor  in the aftermath of Cosby admitting in an unsealed deposition in 2006 to purchasing Quaaludes to drug woman to have sex with them.

Obama  was circumspect, “There’s no precedent for revoking a medal. We don’t have that mechanism,” before he got raw on Cosby’s ass.   Obama  added: “If you give a woman, or a man, for that matter, a drug and then have sex with that person without consent? That’s rape. And I think this country, or any civilized country, should have no tolerance for rape.”

That sounds  to me like a man who has just declared Bill Cosby is dead.   At least dead to him.

“How ya doin’ Bill? No, I don’t want you to make me a drink.”

Obama didn’t call Cosby a rapist.   He didn’t have to.   The president made it abundantly clear  how disgusted he was with Cosby’s preying on women and while Obama can’t send U.S. marshals  to confiscate Cosby’s medal,  he can say he really really doesn’t deserve it any more.

Black-oriented cable channels, Centric and Bounce TV did the late thing, not the right thing by  pulling The Cosby Show from their programming.   This was  the program which cemented Cosby’s America’s Dad status and as it goes dark across cable, what else will go into the junk heap?

Will Amazon and Wal-Mart stop selling  Cosby’s DVDs?  Will  I Spy and Fat Albert and all his films and records disappear too?

What about the millions Cosby has contributed to charity and universities and the resultant honorariums, statues, plaques they have awarded him or buildings they’ve named after him?

Should Spelman College end their  Cosby Chair for the Humanities funded in part by a $20 million gift to the historically Black school made by Bill and Camille Cosby in the ’80’s and give the money to his victims and rape-crisis centers? Here in Ohio, Central State University handled their  Cosby Conundrum by covering up his name on the media center which bears his name.

The Cosby Cover-Up

Are the good deeds of a very bad man the tainted fruit of the poisoned tree?  Yes.  Yes they are. The solution to the Cosby Conundrum is no less than a Cosby Cleansing.   Tear down the statutes.  Revoke the honorary degrees.   Chisel the surname off of the buildings.   Don’t feel guilty because a rapist sent your school a fat check and you cashed it.   Take bad money and do something good with it.

Two words keep swirling around Cosby (three if you count ‘rapist’ and you should) and that’s betrayal and why?     I’ve probably written Cosby betrayed us.  I take that back.  Cosby didn’t betray me or  you.    He never betrayed me because I never knew the man.    He  only made it seem like we did.      Bill Cosby betrayed his wife, Camille  and his family and his friends who defended him.

Mostly , he betrayed himself.

Why did Cosby rape?   Short answer:  Because he could and could get away with it.     We don’t know when Cosby went from cheating husband to sexual predator, but he certainly didn’t have to go far to find women willing to have sex with him.   However, at some point something dark and ugly came out and this was the real Cosby.   The one only his victims saw.  Right before they passed out.

Why Did Cosby Rape?  Maybe he got bored by the buffet of beautiful, young, willing women.   Maybe he had a small dick or couldn’t get it up.   Maybe he had to do it  in a way that seemed kind of freaky.   Maybe he got tired of trying to please his bed partners and decided the kind of sex he enjoyed was when women were totally subservient and submissive to him.

Maybe Cosby is just a narcissistic pig who gets off on rape and that’s as deep as it goes.      I don’t really want to speculate too much.   Figuring the why of it  almost makes him the victim and that clearly can’t be allowed to happen.

A woman who has been drugged and passes out can’t claim they have a headache.   Can’t say they don’t do that whatever “that” is.   Can’t expect anything and are only there to receive and be taken by force.

Don’t take either pill.

There’s no retroactive virginity available to  disassociate ourselves from the sin of laughing at Cosby.    He is far from the first celebrity to bring shame and scorn down  upon his own head, but even with Woody Allen, Michael Jackson or Roman Polanski has there ever been so disturbing the revelations over so many years against so many years as Cosby’s crimes against women?   The fall has been  precipitous for an  idol and role model held in such fond admiration and the landing will not be soft.

Until an allegation against Cosby falls within the statute of limitations or there’s enough evidence to indict him, what comes next will probably  be the sorry spectacle of a 78-year-old man being deposed time and again trying (and lying) about things he did 20, 30 and 40  years ago.     Perhaps there will be some big checks coming from Cosby in the future, but this time it’s for his victims.

Money isn’t going to heal those women but taking away his money is probably all the justice Cosby’s victims are going to ever get.     Whatever Cosby’s future is he can’t outrun his shady past.

This will be a long, slow painful fade for Cosby.   There’s  nobody left to lie to.   He’s not dead but he is dead to me.

A Tarnished Star

Four words.
Bill Cosby is over.
Most likely he will never spend a night in jail. Most likely he will spend the sunset years of his life dragging his ass from civil courtroom to courtroom. Most likely he will spend a great deal of time looking out a window and asking himself, “How did this happen to me?”


You did it to yourself, Bill.

I can no longer defend Bill Cosby any more.   To defending his darkened and tarnished soul imperils my own. It imperils every Black man who defends Cosby and denigrates the women whom have called him out for his trespasses against them.

I wanted to believe Cosby.  I desperately wanted to believe. I wanted to tell myself this was all a horrible, horrible mistake and there was a reasonable, plausible explanation.

But a lie cannot live forever and there have been too many women, too many awfully similar accounts, too many who were intimidated and ridiculed and humiliated into silence, who repressed their pain and have only now found their voice and are speaking up loudly and clearly: A beloved and powerful man drugged me and raped me and nobody believed me.

How can I cry for Michael Brown and Eric Garner and Trayvon Martin and not cry for Tamara Green, Barbara Bowman and yes, Janice Dickinson too? How can I righteously decry violence against Black men by White cops and not decry violence against White women by a Black man? Just how much of a hypocrite am I willing to become to protect a sacred cow?

All out of alibis.

All out of alibis.

I don’t want to be a fool and only a fool could believe all these women are making shit up merely to trash Bill Cosby. The conspiracy theories behind JFK’s assassination would pale into insignificance in comparison to what degrees of delusion one must submit to believe Cosby is an innocent being pursed by spurned starlets.

That is a level of deliberate blindness I can’t deal with. While I will always cherish Cosby for the man he was, I must turn my back on the man he has turned out to be.  The Cosby I thought I knew, the Cosby I watched on I Spy and The  Electric Company and Uptown Saturday Night and The Cosby Show was a mirage, a fake, a fraud, a public image that masked a deeply sick man and serial sexual offender.
Bill Cosby is a rapist.

What changed my mind? Beverly Johnson did.    As America’s first Black supermodel, it is not easy to dismiss Johnson when she in writes in Vanity Fair how Cosby assaulted her and how she overcame her initial reluctance to tell  her story.

…I struggled with how to reveal my big secret, and more importantly, what would people think when and if I did? Would they dismiss me as an angry black woman intent on ruining the image of one of the most revered men in the African American community over the last 40 years? Or would they see my open and honest account of being betrayed by one of the country’s most powerful, influential, and beloved entertainers?

As I wrestled with the idea of telling my story of the day Bill Cosby drugged me with the intention of doing God knows what, the faces of Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, and countless other brown and black men took residence in my mind.

Beverly Johnson: It takes an icon to take down an icon.

As if I needed to be reminded. The current plight of the black male was behind my silence when Barbara Bowman came out to tell the horrific details of being drugged and raped by Cosby to the Washington Post in November. And I watched in horror as my longtime friend and fellow model Janice Dickinson was raked over the coals for telling her account of rape at Cosby’s hands. Over the years I’ve met other women who also claim to have been violated by Cosby. Many are still afraid to speak up. I couldn’t sit back and watch the other women be vilified and shamed for something I knew was true.

When I sat down to write my memoir in 2013, I pondered if I should include my Cosby experience. I didn’t want to get involved in a he-said/she-said situation. Now that other women have come forward with their nightmare stories, I join them.

Finally, I reached the conclusion that the current attack on African American men has absolutely nothing to do at all with Bill Cosby. He brought this on himself when he decided he had the right to have his way with who knows how many women over the last four decades. If anything, Cosby is distinguished from the majority of black men in this country because he could depend on the powers that be for support and protection.

First, the pennies fell from my eyes. Second, I felt nauseous over what I could now clearly see.

I apologize for doubting. I apologize for being a Cosby apologist. I apologize to Janice Dickinson and all the women I’ve been so flippant and dismissive and callous and cruel toward. I’m sorry for my appalling ignorant insensitivity.

Mostly though I’m sorry for aiding and abetting a sexual predator.

I wanted to believe in the myth of Bill Cosby. Letting go of what I thought I respected and admired for even longer was harder than I thought it would and it hurts. This is something very hard for me as a Black man to say to White people. It hurts to lose a Black success story. There are so many Black failures and fuck-ups rubbed under your nose in that you yearn for and look long and hard for a brother who seems to be doing it right.

Cosby wasn’t just the first leading man on television.  He was one of the funniest comedians ever.  He proved it for decades on television, on film and onstage.   He championed jazz music, a genre near and dear to my heart.  Cosby didn’t forget his roots as he gave back to Black colleges with endowments and financial support.   Education was a cause he and his wife Camille championed.   What was there not to like about the man?

As it turns out, plenty.   But it was all whispers and shadows.   Easily ignored and easily dismissed as spurned women or calculating starlets trying to shake some dollars out of a Black hero with deep pockets.    Even as the numbers of women coming forward grew and changed, what stayed the same was their stories.   A young woman meets, an older and powerful man who seems to have an interest in their career or just a good time and he’s glad to help, but first drink this.

He kept us all in the dark.

Until  Johnson came forward it was possible to rationalize why Cosby was remaining stolidly silent.   Until Beverly Johnson came forward it was conceivable to invent scenarios to explain away the allegations.   Until Beverly Johnson came forward it was possible to keep up, however dim, some small hope Cosby might not have been guilty of the terrible things the women were saying he had done.

Beverly Johnson cancelled all that.  No more lies or alibis.  No more illusions.   This is not a conspiracy.  This is not mass hysteria.   This is it.   It’s over for Bill Cosby.

It hurts to lose a man you’ve admired. It hurts to lose someone who was a father figure. It hurts like hell.  But my father wasn’t a rapist. My father was not Bill Cosby.

It hurts me to say I’m sorry to anyone I offended, outraged or disappointed. It hurts, but it would hurt more not to say five little words: Bill Cosby is a rapist.

It hurts to type those words.   It would hurt more not to.

Deconstructing Cosby

No more excuses for The Cos.

I didn’t plan of writing about Bill Cosby today. I really didn’t. I had another post almost done, but I need to get this out first and then maybe I’ll be finished with it. Somebody compared Cosby’s swift fall from grace to that of another beloved icon: Michael Jackson. That’s a pretty apt comparison with one huge difference, I accepted early on Jackson probably was a serial pedophile. I didn’t want to believe it but I could not not believe it.

I’m having a bit more difficulty with Bill Cosby: Serial Rapist.

I watched a few old Cosby routines on You Tube with my wife today. We laughed at the same jokes we had laughed at before. I wasn’t the biggest fan of The Cosby Show. Too many precocious kids and ugly ass sweaters for me, but in my parents home Thursday nights at 8:00 were set aside for the latest in life with The Huxtables and don’t you dare call for the next 30 minutes.

I’ve lost a lot of respect for Bill Cosby over the past few days. But I’m not gonna act new like I never laughed at any of his jokes, enjoyed any of his films or thought highly of him. Doing that would make me a big of a liar as he is. I never stopped liking Michael Jackson’s music. What I stopped liking was Michael Jackson.

I will not try to purge myself and seek absolution for committing the sin of having enjoyed Bill Cosby. And I’m not quite there where I can say I no longer like Bill Cosby.

While I have my doubts–serious doubts –all the accusations against Cosby are legitimate, it goes beyond the realm of possibility to believe all the accusations are not.

Ex-model and reality TV star Janice Dickinson became the first celebrity to accuse Cosby.

Which leaves only one logical conclusion: Bill Cosby is a rapist. Equally logical, it also follows that in the sorry spectacle that is shaming of the beloved and respected comic, he is getting exactly what he deserves. While it is true in a court of law, Cosby likely has little to fear, the court of public opinion can dispense its own harsh justice against him.

As of yet, the jury is still out. Most Americans, especially African-Americans still hold Cosby in high esteem. But as the slow drip-drip-drip of rumors, allegations, and graphic horror stories continues that could gradually change.

Unless and not until Cosby sits down and gives straightforward, candid and tough answers to straightforward, candid and tough questions, the only result that can come from a manipulative and patently fake attempt to play on the public’s sympathy for a grizzled old comedian is more smoke and more mirrors.

Don’t hold your breath waiting for the première of The Confessions of Cliff Huxtable.  Bill Cosby only played Cliff Huxtable.  He wasn’t Cliff Huxtable.  Maybe he played everybody else too.
The flood of accusers coming forward only confuses the credibility of the true victims of Bill Cosby with the publicity seekers. I keep hearing, “These women aren’t asking for money, so why would they lie about it?”

One does not have to have to ask for money to receive money for telling the world their version of the story. One can receive a great deal of attention they might not otherwise receive if they didn’t tell their story when its hot news. How many of us were talking about Janice Dickinson last week? Not many I would guess.

Cosby is running out of friends.

I want due process and equal justice for Bill Cosby. An accusation is not evidence, but enough accusations is evidence that SOMETHING is happening. Cosby is an American icon and watching an icon slowly crumbling is an ugly and unpleasant spectacle. But rape is uglier and whatever hell Cosby is going through is nothing compared to what the women he may have victimized went through for years.

I’m trying REAL HARD to be what Fox News only says they are: “fair and balanced.”   But its never been a secret that Cosby had a taste for women he wasn’t married to.  Cosby hung around the Playboy Mansion for years and it wasn’t just for the shrimp at the buffet.

What we have so far are suspicions, allegations, rumors and thoughts of what may have happened. A few verifiable facts would be nice before we hang Bill Cosby from a tree.   In a courtroom accusations aren’t enough to convict, but in social media they certainly are enough to kill.

People can be more forgiving than you can imagine. But you have to forgive yourself. Let go of what’s bitter and move on.
~ Bill Cosby

Yeah.   You have fun with that.

Cosby: “Hey, Hugh! Check out the tail on that bunny!” Hefner: “Bill, isn’t this how you got in trouble in the first place?”

 

Bill Cosby: American Dad…and Rapist?

“So you see, what happened was…”

Bill Cosby’s PR firm had an idea. They put out a request across the Internet to create memes about the 77-year old comedian, actor and philanthropist.

The Internet responded. Oh, did it ever.

On Monday, the comedian — or whomever was in charge of his social media — put out a challenge with a jovial picture of Cosby in a cap: “Go ahead. Meme me! #cosbymeme.”

The Internet immediately reacted, but probably not in the way Cosby expected.

“Claire, have you seen my … nevermind, found my raping hat!” tweeted Trill Withers over the cap picture.

“My two favorite things (–) Jell-O pudding & rape,” tweeted E.J. Coughlin over a photo of Cosby smiling.

“Look at this wacky shirt I’m wearing (–) also I am a serial rapist,” tweeted Jason Steele over a picture of a thumbs-up Cosby in a patterned shirt.

Now comes the social media fiasco.

For years, Cosby has denied the rape allegations. In February, after Newsweek ran an interview with one of the purported victims, Tamara Green, Cosby’s representative said, “This is a 10-year-old, discredited accusation that proved to be nothing at the time, and is still nothing.”

Nine years ago, when Green was interviewed by Matt Lauer on the “Today” show, his lawyer issued a statement: “Miss Green’s allegations are absolutely false. Mr. Cosby does not know the name Tamara Green or (maiden name) Tamara Lucier and the incident she describes did not happen. The fact that she may have repeated this story to others is not corroboration.”

In the case of Andrea Constand, who sued Cosby in 2005 over an incident the year before, Cosby says the sex was consensual.

At the time of Constand’s lawsuit, Cosby had been in the news for a sexual affair once before. In 1997, a woman named Autumn Jackson claimed to be Cosby’s love child. Cosby admitted to a relationship with Jackson’s mother but denied paternity. Jackson was later convicted of extortion.

Cosby has been accused by 13 women of rape. Vulture published a timeline of incidents since 2002. The story took on new life when comedian Hannibal Buress called out The Cos during a performance.

At Mic.com, Maureen Shaw wondered, “Why do celebrities seem to get away with sexual assault? Cosby isn’t the first, and won’t be the last, mainstream celebrity to be accused of sexual abuse. This past February, Dylan Farrow accused Woody Allen of sexually assaulting her. Then there’s CeeLo Green, Tupac Shakur, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson, R. Kelly — the list goes on and on. And yet, these men’s careers rebounded and their accomplishments somehow overshadowed any wrongdoings.

As one of Cosby’s victims, Barbara Bowman, explains, “The media creates this idealized image of celebrities: that they are untouchable, that they’re not one of us. … I don’t think people want to believe it; to believe would shatter the illusion.” Specifically in the case of Cosby, Gawker nailed it: “Basically nobody wanted to live in a world where Bill Cosby was a sexual predator.”

Correction:  Accused sexual predator.   The predomination of accusations does not equate to a preponderance of evidence.

Bill’s got less friends now than when he wore that shirt.

Reading the CNN and Vulture articles is unsettling to say the least and deeply troubling even for someone like myself who has a great deal of respect for Cosby. It’s difficult to shrug off the multiple incidents as ambitious gold diggers scheming for a payday. There may not yet be a fire burning, but Cosby’s good name and reputation has certainly suffered serious smoke damage.

If it is unfair to brand the women whom have accused Bill Cosby of rape as being schemers or liars, it is equally unfair to convict Bill Cosby as a rapist without further proof–any proof.

It’s important to note that for all the troubling allegations and damning information that has gone from a slow drip to a raging torrent, Cosby has never been indicted, arrested, prosecuted, convicted or sentenced for rape. He’s been accused and the accusations were enough for him to settle the cases for money in exchange for silence. Silence is golden and buying silence has allowed Cosby to keep his golden halo from being tarnished as a sexual predator.

I am not objective about Cosby. I’ve laughed at his stand-up, watched his television shows and films and generally agreed with his sometimes harsh critiques of Black Americans. I won’t call him a role model or a hero but I will call him a man I respect.

I’m not yet convinced of Cosby’s guilt merely because The Internet and a hostile lynch mob of bloggers have found him guilty. The Internet rushes to judgment and get things wrong often.  It might be wrong again.

If it is proven Bill Cosby has put his pudding pop in somebody’s Jell-O against their will I will never respect him again.

But I won’t be happy about it.

Plausible is not the same thing as proven and preponderance is not the same thing as evidence.   Being found guilty in the court of public opinion in not the same thing as being found guilty in a court of law and thank goodness for that.    When death comes by a thousand cuts of ugly innuendo and unproven allegations, that’s not justice, that’s wrong.

Maybe Cosby doesn’t deserve to be considered innocent until proven guilty any more than any other suspected sexual predator, but he doesn’t deserve it any less.

 

Mugging and acting cute isn’t going to make this go away, Bill.

 

Shut Up, Fool! The Post-Zimmerman Bipartisan Edition.

Show you my championship rings? Man, I don’t have to show you any championship rings! I don’t have any to show!

1. Charles Barkley, the Still Round Mound of Rebound:  “Well, I agree with the verdict. I feel sorry that young kid got killed, but they didn’t have enough evidence to charge him. Something clearly went wrong that night — clearly something went wrong — and I feel bad for anybody who loses a kid, but if you looked at the case and you don’t make it — there was some racial profiling, no question about it — but something happened that changed the dynamic of that night.”

“Mr. Zimmerman was wrong to pursue, he was racial profiling, but I think Trayvon Martin — God rest his soul — I think he did flip the switch and started beating the hell out of Mr. Zimmerman. But it was just a bad situation.”

“I just feel bad because I don’t like when race gets out in the media because I don’t think the media has a ‘pure heart,’ as I call it. There are very few people who have a pure heart when it comes to race. Racism is wrong in any shape [or] form — there are a lot of black people who are racist, too. I think sometimes when people talk about race, they act like only white people are racist. There are a lot of black people who are racist. And I don’t like when it gets out there in the media because I don’t think the media has clean hands.”

Neither do you, Chuck. 

2.  Bill Cosby, Cranky Comedian:  “See this racial stuff goes into a whole bunch of discussion which has stuff that you can’t prove. You can’t prove if somebody is a racist unless they really come out and do the act and is found to be that.”

3.  Ted Nugent, Aging Rocker, NRA Member, Draft Dodging Dickhead:   The race-baiting industry saw an opportunity to further the racist careers of Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, the Black Panthers, President Obama and Attorney General Eric Holder, et al, who then swept down on the Florida community refusing to admit that the 17-year-old dope smoking, racist gangsta wannabe Trayvon Martin was at all responsible for his bad decisions and standard modus operendi of always taking the violent route.”

“Trayvon had no reason not to attack, because it was the standard thug thing to do. See Chicago any day of the week.”

Ted is well-known for not using drugs or alcohol.   The Nuge’s vice was groupies,, Lots of then and if they were pre-pubescent girls at the time, that didn’t slow Teddy’s roll.   Maybe he has syphilis from too much sex with no latex.   One can only hope. 

The Rock n’ Roll Racist Redneck

4.  Lupe Fiasco:   “Rub your face in it! Swallow down that hard pill! Black blood spills in the streets of America nightly at the hands other blacks,” reads one tweet. “Half y’all been partying to Black Death for the past 2 decades…the other half watched the party…don’t be angry now!”

“Nobody knows what really happened except Trayvon and Zimmerman. The justice system relies on reasonable doubt not our emotions.”

“The case should have never been televised as the potential to antagonize US race relations was, in my dumb opinion too risky & unnecessary.”

When a man calls his own opinions “dumb” I have no choice but to concur.  Lupe is a Fiasco. 

5.  Jimmy Carter, Failed Ex-President:  “I think the jury made the right decision based on the evidence presented, because the prosecution inadvertently set the standard so high that the jury had to be convinced that it was a deliberate act by Zimmerman that he was not at all defending himself, and so forth. It’s not a moral question, it’s a legal question and the American law requires that the jury listens to the evidence presented.”

Thank you Mr President for reminding me why I voted for John Anderson.   It took Clinton and Obama both winning second terms to finally rid the Democratic Party of the stink of your loser ass. 

Yep. I sucked as president.

6.  Alveda King, Martin Luther King’s right-wing niece, but mostly a nobody:   “It is not helpful to race-bait.  “[The] NAACP and all of the organizations … We need to wonder why they’re doing that, what kind of checks and money they’re getting behind the scenes to stir us up into racial anarchy.

“We should be speaking nonviolence, justice, peace and love as Trayvon’s parents are doing, by the way. So we need to ask why they’re race baiting, because they are.  There’s no black race, white race, yellow race and red race. The other thing is, Mr. Zimmerman is not a Caucasian. He’s a Hispanic. The media is somehow forgetting that, so [there are] all of these nuances, all of the race-baiting, all of the pain.”

“Stop thinking that this is a race thing between separate races. This is all human beings here. If we’re still feeling that one part of our community is better than the other because of skin color, that’s got to change right now.”

Aw, go pimp your dead uncle’s last name some more.  That’s what you do best.

7.  Ann Coulter:  Black liberals keep bemoaning the danger to their own teenage sons after the “not guilty” verdict in George Zimmerman‘s murder trial. To avoid what happened to Trayvon Martin, their boys need only follow this advice: Don’t walk up to a stranger and punch him, ground-and-pound him, MMA-style, and repeatedly smash his head against the pavement.

Perhaps, someday, blacks will win the right to be treated like volitional human beings. But not yet.

Perhaps, someday,  Ann Coulter won’t say something that is vile,  repugnant, racist and stupid, but she’ll probably be lying in her casket when that day comes. 

Annie and a friend

8.  Bill O’ Reilly,  Well-Paid, Big Mouth Angry White Guy:  The sad truth is that from the President on down, our leadership has no clue, no clue at all about how to solve problems within the black community. And many are frightened to even broach the issue. That’s because race hustlers and the grievance industry have intimidated the so- called “conversation,” turning any valid criticism of African-American culture into charges of racial bias.

Trayvon Martin was killed because circumstances got out of control. He was scrutinized by a neighborhood watchman, George Zimmerman, because of the way he looked. Not necessarily his skin color, there is no evidence of that but because he was a stranger to Zimmerman and was dressed in clothing sometimes used by street criminals.

It was wrong for Zimmerman to confront Martin based on his appearance. But the culture that we have in this country does lead to criminal profiling because young black American men are so often involved in crime, the statistics overwhelming.

But here is the headline: young black men commit homicides at a rate 10 times greater than whites and Hispanics combined. When presented with damning evidence like that, and like the mini-holocaust in Chicago where hundreds of African-Americans are murdered each year the civil rights industry looks the other way or makes excuses. They blame guns, poor education, lack of jobs, rarely do they define the problem accurately. So here it is. The reason there is so much violence and chaos in the black precincts is the disintegration of the African-American family.
You want a conversation, you got it. You want a better situation for blacks, give them a chance to revive their neighborhoods and culture. Work with the good people to stop the bad people. Pumping money into the chaos does little. You can’t legislate good parenting or responsible entertainment. But you can fight against the madness, with discipline, a firm message and little tolerance for excuse-making.

It is now time for the African-American leadership, including President Obama to stop the nonsense. Walk away from the world of victimization and grievance and lead the way out of this mess.

Big Bill has vast experience dealing with Blacks as he shared in 2007 when as Al Sharpton’s dinner guest at Sylvia’s in Harlem,  O’Reilly was flabbergasted to report, “[There] wasn’t any kind of craziness at all.   There wasn’t one person in Sylvia’s who was screaming, ‘M.F.-er, I want more iced tea.’ It was like going into an Italian restaurant in an all-white suburb in the sense that people were sitting there and they were ordering and just having fun.”

Bill O’Reilly:  BFF with the Black Community. 

“Damn. I’m gorgeous!”

9. Richard Cohen Washington Post columnist and reactionary:  I don’t like what George Zimmerman did, and I hate that Trayvon Martin is dead. But I also can understand why Zimmerman was suspicious and why he thought Martin was wearing a uniform we all recognize. I don’t know whether Zimmerman is a racist. But I’m tired of politicians and others who have donned hoodies in solidarity with Martin and who essentially suggest that, for recognizing the reality of urban crime in the United States, I am a racist. The hoodie blinds them as much as it did Zimmerman.

I hate to tell you Richard, but when you make a sweeping generalization about every Black kid who wears a hoodie with “the reality of urban crime” that is not just unrealistic, it’s a little bit racist. 

10.  Allen West: One-Term Congressman and Full-Time Dipshit:  “I am a black male who grew up in the inner city of Atlanta and no one ever followed me in a mall. I don’t recall any doors clicking when I crossed the street. And I never had anyone clutching their handbag when I got on an elevator. I guess having two awesome parents who taught me to be a respectful young man paid dividends.”

Ooh.  Nice burn of Trayvon Martin’s parents, Al  It’s too bad your “awesome parents” didn’t teach you to be respectful of a family grieving for their murdered son.  They should have taught you not to be such a flaming asshole. 

“How many people don’t think I’m an asshole? THIS many!”

Barack Obama is not your Santa Claus.

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"It's not so bad, Mr. President."

As Johnny Rotten of The Sex Pistols once sneered, “Ever feel like you been cheated?”

Apparently some of y’all do.   And you’re not shy about letting everyone know it.

THIS ISN’T CHANGE WE BELIEVE IN!

Bad news Mr. President.   The honeymoon is over and the morning after some folks woke up to find they didn’t like what they brought home.

This is going to be hard as for some people to accept, but you can’t change everything wrong that happened over the past eight years in just seven months.  A change is still going to come but if you were expecting spontaneous results it’s not going to work out that way.     This is the Domino’s Pizza theory of  politics:  we want it within 30 minutes or Barack Obama is a failure.

A Gallup poll says the president’s popularity has dipped below 60 percent.  Moderate Democrats are trying to slow down the pace of healthcare reform.  Republicans are seeing a surge in campaign contributions and are hopeful that will translate into gains in next year gubernatorical and Congressional races.    A lot of people aren’t  happy with the president’s deficit spending.

Oh, and Sarah Palin is on her way down to the lower 48 as the lone superstar of the GOP and thinking that’s going to be enough for her to knock off Obama in 2012. 

If it’s this bad for Obama now, it’s going to be nothing short of an apocalypse for him by 2011.  

Or maybe not.   Could we wind the clock back to the summer of 2001 when George W. Bush was seven months deep into his presidency and September 11 was still to come.   Just how disgruntled were his supporters that he hadn’t rolled back every last facet of the Clinton Administration? 

For now, we can sit back and suffer as gays gripe, minorities mope,  pro-choicers pout and every other special interest group complains about Obama not delivering the change they voted for.   At least we know the Republicans are going to continue to be against everything.  They’re nothing if not consistent. 

If anyone was foolish enough to believe any politician, even one as charismatic and smart as Obama,  was going to walk into the White House and turn every day into Christmas they deserve their present disappointment.    Barack Obama is not your Santa Claus.

This week’s go-to gripe for the professional pissers and moaners is President Obama’s speech to the NAACP.   Seems some folks didn’t dig Obama telling them to pull the plug on the kids’ Xbox and make ’em read a book.   Probably Dreams From My Father or something like that. 

With a Black man in the White House, the need for the NAACP doesn’t seem as immediate as it once was.  So when President Obama gave a fire-and-brimstone speech to the nation’s oldest civil rights organization, he seemed to be challenging the NAACP to get its act together as much as the rest of Black America.

Tough love or the cold truth from the president?

Tough love or the cold truth from the president?

Government programs alone won’t get our children to the Promised Land. We need a new mind set, a new set of attitudes—because one of the most durable and destructive legacies of discrimination is the way we’ve internalized a sense of limitation; how so many in our community have come to expect so little from the world and from themselves.

We’ve got to say to our children, yes, if you’re African American, the odds of growing up amid crime and gangs are higher. Yes, if you live in a poor neighborhood, you will face challenges that somebody in a wealthy suburb does not have to face. But that’s not a reason to get bad grades, that’s not a reason to cut class, that’s not a reason to give up on your education and drop out of school. No one has written your destiny for you. Your destiny is in your hands—you cannot forget that. That’s what we have to teach all of our children. No excuses. No excuses.

You get that education, all those hardships will just make you stronger, better able to compete. Yes we can.

To parents, we can’t tell our kids to do well in school and then fail to support them when they get home. You can’t just contract out parenting. For our kids to excel, we have to accept our responsibility to help them learn. That means putting away the Xbox —putting our kids to bed at a reasonable hour. It means attending those parent-teacher conferences and reading to our children and helping them with their homework.

Seems some folks weren’t feelin’ what Obama laid on them.

Within  in the soul of  Black folks there’s a tug of war between “what can you do for us?.” and “what can you do for yourself?”   Barack Obama’s election did not signal the death of American racism.   Instead, it heralds a revaluation of where we are now and how much further we need to go.  

I’ve read some commentators wonder where Obama gets off telling other Black folks to stop feeling sorry for themselves.  No excuses?   There’s plenty of excuses for not trying.   There just aren’t any good ones. 

Your destiny is in your own hands and only you can make it.   I didn’t crib those words from the president.  I had shared them with my own son two days before Obama’s Come-to-Jesus moment with the NAACP.   I get it that it’s still not a easy thing to be young, gifted and Black in America.  In fact, it can be a real bitch.  

It’s still not a reason not to try and make your life better.   It’s still not a reason to put on a belt, pull up your pants and go get a job.   Sitting around waiting for someone to bring you something to eat only works for babies.  Once you’re big enough to sit at the table it becomes your responsiblity to put something on the table to eat. 

These are not original thoughts by Obama or me.   Bill Cosby has been running this rap for years now (and catching a lot of flak).   The same folks who wished Cosby would go sit down somewhere with a pudding pop are finding it a bit harder to tell the president to shut up. 

Neither the NAACP nor anyone else should see Obama’s election as an excuse to ease up and relax.  As Julian Bond observed even the President of the United States can’t get his kids into The Valley Club’s swimming pool. The problems facing the nation are beyond one man’s ability to fix in four years or eight and that includes getting racism out of the body politic.

Like most African-Americans, I’m respectful of what the NAACP has done in the past without actually wanting to join in with what they’re doing now.    Every so often  I’ll read about a lawsuit the civil rights organization is filing against some corporation engaged in discriminatory behavior and how they’re fighting with George Bush, but Bush is gone now and I haven’t paid much attention to anything else the NAACP might be up to.

The Cos sees a lot of himself in The Prez.

Brothers workin' it out and ticking off the Black elite.

These civil rights organizations have a problem.  It’s not enough to be respected.  They need new blood and younger blood in order to grow and thrive.   The NAACP, Urban League, Southern Christian Leadership Council are all old in both membership and thought.   They don’t reach the grassroots, catering instead to the middle and upper classes of the race.   The NAACP seems stuck in a time warp refighting  battles already won with tactics better suited for 1959 instead of 2009.

The Black intelligentsia may have their nose out of joint over Obama talking smack about personal responsibility, but they can’t deny he’s right when he says we need a lot more brothers aspiring to be the next Thurgood on the Supreme Court and a lot less trying to be the next LeBron on the basketball court.

If we really want to make sure Obama succeeds, African-Americans can take the initiative in improving our own lives instead of waiting for him to do it for us. 

Then by the time Obama does get around to bringing the change we need, we’ll already have a head start on fixing the problems of our communities ourselves.

Kanye West writes a book he won’t read.

Read a book?  Im too COOL to read a book.

Read a book? I'm too COOL to read a book.

I’m a fan of a few Kanye West songs, but most eveything else about the guy annoys me, not the least of which is his mistaken belief that he is a genius.

When he said, “George Bush doesn’t like Black people” I gave him a “right on, brother,” but all that proved was even a blind squirrel can find a nut.

West’s first three albums were titled The College Dropout, Late Registration and Graduation, but apparently he’s not a fan of reading.

NEW YORK (Reuters) – Rapper Kanye West does not read books or respect them but nevertheless he has written one that he would like you to buy and read.

The Grammy Award winner, known for his No. 1 albums and outspoken statements on everything from racism in America to the banality of Twitter, is the co-author of “Thank You And You’re Welcome.”

His book is 52 pages — some blank, others with just a few words — and offers his optimistic philosophy on life. One two-page section reads, “Life is 5% what happens and 95% how you react!” Another page reads “I hate the word hate!”

“This is a collection of thoughts and theories,” West, 31, said in an interview about his spiral-bound volume, which was written with J. Sakiya Sandifer.

Reuters

Woo-hoo!  Kanye West has thoughts.   Dumb thoughts.  Stupid thoughts.  Ignorant as hell thoughts, but he’s got thoughts and he wants your $10 bucks for his bullshit non-book that so weak he needed a CO-WRITER to finish it.

Kanye thinks books like this are the enemy.

Kanye thinks books like this are the enemy.

I’m saddened, but far from surprised.

Kanye West is just a symptom of a bigger disease: the glorification of stupidity and ignorance. It’s bad everywhere and worse in the Black community where speaking proper English and having aspirations beyond being a rapper, basketball player or mommy gets a kid branded as “acting White.”

It doesn’t make the evening news and nobody’s marching about it. The fact there’s a Black man in the White House hasn’t altered the fact that intelligence and accomplishment is being derided and failure and dependency is being lauded.

If you can always blame your shortcomings and setbacks on somebody else you never have to take responsibility for changing your life.

I wonder how Kanye West would respond to this:

On criticism:
“Certain people tell us that we are picking on the poor. Many of those who accuse us are scholars and intellectuals, upset that we are not blaming everything on white people as they do. Well, only blaming the system keeps certain black people in the limelight but it also keeps the black poor wallowing in victimhood.”

On raising children:
“All black parents can do right by their children, and all black children can succeed. There is no reason why not.”
“Use standard English when you have your kids together, not Black English. They’ll hear enough of that in the streets…Watch the movie My Fair Lady. All cultures discriminate against people who have not mastered the standard language, and when race is involved, it is all that much harder for a nonstandard speaker to feel competent or even at home in the culture.”

On the media:
“Some of the most negative images of African Americans on TV and in the movies seem to be the most popular among young people—black and white. With both good and bad media out there, you have to help select media for kids that will support their successes and suppress their urge to give up or drop out.”

On black men:
“Gangsta rap makes our young people tough, but not so tough they can walk through prison walls. It can jazz them about sex, but it can’t begin to make them a good father. No matter how often, or how publicly they grab their crotches, crotch-grabbing isn’t even going to get them a bus ride downtown.”

“When all is said and done, the black child is our future. It’s time for us men to think of the future, to straighten out our acts, to say to ourselves, I am more interested in raising my child than any other issue I had before. I’m going to behave or get help, but it’s about the child. No matter how useless or hopeless a father may think he is, his role is simply to be there. If he makes that commitment, he is a much better man than he thought he was.”

On “victimhood”:
“Sometimes people with a victim mentality feel hopeless and do self-destructive things that make their lives even worse. It is time to redirect that energy. It is time to think positively and act positively. Black communities and families must provide our youth with the love and guidance that keeps them strong and on that positive path. Blaming white people can be a way for some black people to feel better about themselves but it doesn’t pay the electric bills.”

~ Come On People: On the Path From Victims to Victors by Bill Cosby and Dr. Alvin Poussaint.

No matter if you voted enthusiastically for Obama or with equal enthusiasm against him or sat it out entirely, the election of an educated, intelligent and articulate Black man was a huge setback for the forces of ignorance, apathy and stupidity that are waging war against African-Americans. But they’re not giving up easily and they aren’t going away anytime soon.

If Kanye were interested in being part of the solution instead of perpetuating the problem he would celebrate, not denigrate reading and the possibilities it opens up for those whom embrace it.

I would hope at some point when he isn’t so immature, self-centered and shallow he would look back at some of the things he has said and done and stop acting like a ignorant child and become a wiser man.

Ever hear of Native Son,  I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, The Color Purple, The Autobiography of Malcolm X, or Invisible Man, Kanye?   No, those aren’t titles of rap songs.  Those are books and if you were so stupidly wallowing in your ignorance, you might know how vital and important great literature is to any society’s culture.

Maybe someone will tell Kanye what Cosby and Poussaint are saying since it’s not likely he’ll ever read it himself.

Kanye doesnt know Prince Harry and Diddy are laughing at his glasses.

Kanye doesn't know Prince Harry and Diddy are laughing at his glasses.