We're in the Season of Giving, and although that sounds nice to say, some of the giving that people do isn't always in the most positive light. There are people who present themselves to you as one way, but their actions state an entirely different view. Remember my blog post about masquerading around, well, this will fall right in line with that.
I'm not one to voice my political views often because it may cause a lot of tension, and I try to write about topics that will make one think. With that being said, this post will be no different, except there's something that is on my mind heavily and I feel the need to express it through words, and so therefore, I'm stepping outside of my normal posts, to talk about something more serious.
Many believed when then Senator, Barack Obama, sought out the Presidency seat in the United States back in 2008, racism would come to an end, if he were to be successful. As we all know, he won the title and has been the President for three years, going on year number four. The President's slogan was "Change~~Yes We Can!" And oh boy we did. It marked a huge change in the United States because President Barack Obama is the first African-American to ever hold the seat. Of course, it came with a heavy price and there were many obstacles to overcome and we're still overcoming, but he rose to the occasion and took every punch like a true prize fighter, and he managed to throw some knock out punches himself toward his opponents. 2008 was an exciting year for me, and I, too, was wrapped up in the hype of the movement at that time.
Quite a bit has happened since African-Americans trudged through the trenches of this milestone era. But the one thing that remained true and tried was racism coming to an end. To even dream that such a thing could occur, is just that, a dream, and I most certainly never held the idiotic notion that it would end because a black man now sat in the Oval Office. In fact, I knew the opposite to be true.
I never knew just how much racism would be alive and well until the first time I ever heard of Barack Obama. When I first heard his name, some few years ago, I was like what is a Barack Obama, only to later learn who the man is. I liked what he had to say, as did many others, which he is constantly criticized for his "glowing speeches," wherein many feel that's all he is capable of really doing. I asked myself, why on God's green earth would he want to run for a seat that he was incapable of ever achieving, and he proved me wrong, as well as many others. He was branded the "rock star politician," with so many followers. On the night the U.S. learned who our new president would be, I couldn't believe it. I thought I was dreaming. I stayed up until about two in the morning trying to get all the latest information. I remember his speech he gave to the country, and there didn't appear to be one dry eye in the audience. Hell, I cried too because I couldn't believe I lived to see this happen and my grandparents hadn't. This was history in the making, and I was apart of it.
While he gave his history-making speech, I remembered thinking please get off that stage before someone shoots you and your family dead. I couldn't believe I was this happy to see him up there, and then terrified for his life at the same time. I still remain worried about his life because so many people wish death on the man, and not just because those individuals think he's doing a lousy job, but for the mere simple reason he's a black man. Even though some seem to forget he is half white and half black, the fact that he has any black in him, unfortunately, is too much.
I overheard two older white women say in a drugstore, "I don't care what that nigger do, cause he ain't my president and that nigger ain't running shit. He don't stand for me!" Her friend replied, "Yeah, and you better get your guns out and make sure they ready, cause we may have to kill some niggers. What the hell was America thinking electin' a nigger for president?" Remember I stated, I overheard this conversation. Those two women were standing right behind me in line and speaking loud enough so that I would hear them. My immediate reaction was to turn around and punch them both dead in their pink-stained mouths, but I chilled and got my things and left. But the anger remained with me.
I happened to mention to a friend of mine what had happened while I was in line, and that's when I learned that many of my African-American friends were experiencing the same types of situations. It seemed like as soon as President Obama was elected, some white folks felt it was quite alright to say and make racist statements right in front of other people, and not give a damn if black people were there or not. What they were trying to do was incite a riot, but thankfully, none of my friends took the bait.
Hmm, I didn't like Bush, but I didn't harass my Republican friends and advise them of such.
There are some white people I know who like to mention to me how much they enjoy watching and listening to Fox News, and when I fired back to them that I don't watch it because they have racist views, they were all a gasp. Why, what on earth did I say that for? They turned red and began stuttering their words and looking at me all funny. One asked me why I said that and I said because just as you believe as strongly as you do, well so do I. Then the excuses came. "I'm not a racist, I have plenty of black friends. My husband works with a couple and we've had them over the house for dinner." Ok, do you want a medal for that? Another stated, "I like you Kim, and I thought we were cool. . .if I didn't like black people, I wouldn't be associated with you." So let me get this straight, you just stood here and called the President every name but the name his mama gave him, but you like me? Wowww, Really? Can you say conflict of interest? I left them standing there with egg on their face.
Why is it when some ignorant people make comments like the ones above get so defensive when someone tells them plain and simple they are racist? Why do you hide what you are? If you have the balls to talk about my people in that manner, then continue to man up and accept the fact that that makes you a racist. If you're so proud of the way you feel toward minorities, then don't act all ashamed when someone calls you on it.
I don't deny anyone the right to like or dislike whomever they want. That's your prerogative, but, when you make blatant ass comments about minorities, don't get upset when some of us strike back and call you out on what you are! Don't hide behind the sheet, display your racism proudly! The reason some take that stance is because deep down they know that being racist is wrong for the mere simple reason, you wouldn't need to defend your position, if what you were doing were right! Anytime you count how many black friends you have, or you know the number of blacks that have been to your home, or you work around some blacks and you say you like them, but then turn around and talk about black people something awful and tell off-colored jokes, that makes you a racist. What is so hard to understand about that?
For me, it seemed like when President Obama was elected, that opened the door for racists to state just how they felt about black people more openly. Talk about the gloves coming off~~they not only took 'em off, they disrobed entirely. And then slowly, but surely, like the true cowards racists are, they retreated back to pretending they liked black people, only to strike out, like a snake in the grass, when it's appropriate for them. But what really gets me is when they do that, they play dumb like they didn't know what they were saying, or they didn't mean exactly what they said. Hmmm, really? You come out and make a blatant negative comment about black people around a black person, but you didn't know what you were doing?
Perhaps if my hand accidentally bitched slapped one across the cheek real hard, or my fist slipped and punched one dead in the mouth for saying something hurtful about me or my people, would you then afford me the same courtesy of I didn't know what I was doing? No, somehow I knew that excuse wouldn't work, but you get my point.
So, at the end of the day, I just want to say, I don't care one way or the other if you like President Obama or not, and I don't care if you can't stand black people or not, however, I would appreciate it, if you keep your dislikes to yourself or talk among yourselves and leave my ears out of it because, quite frankly, I'm sick and tired of your ignorance. If you feel the President is doing such a lousy job, then put your man balls on and when it comes time for November 2012, make sure you man up and vote for someone else! You can show your displeasure that way.
And the next time you feel the need to say something racist about black people, boldly in front of a black person, then don't get defensive when they tell you just how racist you are! Stop hiding under the sheets! Until next weekend. . .Ignorance is Ignorant!
|Kimberly Ranee Hicks, Author/Poet|