Divided

In the United States right now, there’s a lot of talk about unity. It’s mostly coming from people who consider themselves “conservative” and some people who believe themselves to be “independent” or “moderate.”

It’s important to understand that ideological labels, particularly political ones, are only functional in a society that has shared values. When people are rooted in similar belief systems or political systems, they can have some ideological deviation from one another. This is achievable because any and all parties have a measurable faith in the system in which they are all rooted. The shared Judeo-Christian heritage of people such as John Adams and Patrick Henry afforded the freedom of expression to atheists and deists such as Thomas Paine and Benjamin Franklin. Here were differing ideologies uniting around a concept of nationhood and liberty.

Leftists and anarchists seldom concern themselves with unity. This is because leftists succeed by destroying free systems, or by making such systems smaller. They then build their own totalitarian systems. In some few cases, these totalitarian systems can be benevolent and briefly functional. But they are never free systems that protect personal liberty.

So, when we hear leftists and/or Democrats claim that we need “unity,” generally what they’re truly claiming is that you must think like they do. Your personal ideas and values are irrelevant to their goals.

In a similar, but slightly varied vein, Republicans and conservatives (and even a few moderates) cry that “American values” should unite us. But these same people have historically been wishy-washy about exactly what those “American values” contain. What’s worse is that they remain very foggy about defining them even now.

What has happened in America is that we are not united. Unity is nothing more than a quaint concept, a memory left over from our history when unity was a requirement for national survival . . . and, by extension, personal survival and liberty.

The political labels we discussed earlier are somewhat dangerous because they do offer a division. At their root, however, none of them takes precedence over actual being an American citizen.

During the early 1900s (not coincidentally, around the same time the un-American idea of an income tax arose), the dramatic rise in immigration to America created some social upheaval. Among these changes were the practice of identifying immigrants by their country of origin. Terms like “Italian-American,” “Serbian-American,” “Polish-American,” etc. came into popular use.

President Theodore Roosevelt addressed the inherent danger of such thinking:

“In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person’s becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American…There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn’t an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag… We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language… and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people.”

It should be qualified that like many politicians of his day, Teddy Roosevelt was a progressive. He advocated for the income tax and government seizure of private land, both notably un-American ideals. So, maybe his words above are nothing more than political rhetoric.

But, let’s take them at face value.

If he’s right, then putting a word and hyphen in front of “American” to describe oneself is disloyal at its very core. It supplants the adoptive nation – the United States of America – with an immediate precedence and loyalty to one’s prior country. That’s not only foolish, but dangerous. Yet, Teddy Roosevelt, in his single most obvious concession to traditional Americanism, lost the fight. And American immigrants and their families for generations would be “German-Americans” or “Welsh-Americans” or “Scottish-Americans.”

Theodore Roosevelt tried to make a point about the deleterious impact that maintaining national identities outside of a solely American identity would have. Most Americans ignored him . . . and, in part due to that lack of attention, the United States is collapsing.

This bad fish went from frying pan to fire when, during the 1960s through today, we began hyphenating not based upon nationality, but rather upon skin color and ideology.

Almost universally, there is nothing African about black Americans. They did not come from Africa anymore than I came from Scotland. Yet, in the 1980s and 1990s, certain political interests in the black community manipulated a willing media and political class to begin using the term “African-American.”

This was a social test. The manipulation of the American psyche had begun. Using political identity as a tool for division proved effective during the 20th century immigration waves. And, as the United States began a new millennium, the tool of division would be ratcheted up.

Soon, we had “Gay Americans” incorporating sexual preference into political identity. And political identity is superior to identity as an American. The fact that race and sexual preference are totally dissimilar characteristics means nothing politically. The two were equated by those social elements that could advance themselves through division. And the more divisions that could be created, the more efficiently the United States of America could be fractured.

White Americans are separate from black Americans. The two groups do not share similar experiences. One group is privileged; the other oppressed. To question such a position is to be regarded as racist. But, only if you are white. Because black Americans cannot be racist. And through the historical cudgel of chattel slavery, black Americans claim superiority over Hispanic Americans and Asian Americans.

Hispanic Americans are separate from Asian, black and white Americans. They are superior through their native status to the North American continent. Hispanics are la raza . . . the race.

And Asian-Americans are superior to Hispanic, black and white Americans through their suffering as slave and low-wage labor in the American west and internment camps during World War II (another deviant Roosevelt brainchild).

Gay Americans are separate from heterosexual Americans. The two groups are polar opposite. One group is dominant and fascistic; the other oppressed. To question these conditions is to be regarded as a “homophobe.”

Finally, even as the flames of September 11, 2001 still burned, the hyphenation went to its deepest extreme.

Previously, the hyphens were inserted with nationalities or races or behaviors. These things could be clearly defined by borders or traits or actions. But now, the hyphens went to something more nebulous, an unquantifiable element that has no tangible threads to pull or skin to touch – ideology.

Islamic-Americans are separate from other Americans, They have been oppressed by the prejudice of 9/11. They are persecuted for their religious faith. To question their commitment to the Constitution and the United States of America is, to use the phrase that was created, “Islamophobic.”

One of Orwell’s enduring lessons (1984) was that control of the language is tantamount to controlling thought. And controlling thought is mandatory to controlling a population (Animal Farm).

There are all kinds of Americans. Black. White. Gay. Straight. Hispanic. Asian. Scottish. Polish. Islamic.

But some Americans are more equal than others. And they’re divided, too

Fait accompli

fait ac·com·pli/ˌfed əkämˈplē,ˌfād əkämˈplē/ noun: fait accompli; plural noun: faits accomplis

a thing that has already happened or been decided before those affected hear about it, leaving them with no option but to accept it.

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The phrase is from the French and probably originated around the mid-19th century. That’s fitting (or, as the French themselves may say, apropos). It was around that time that the government in France changed with the same degree of frequency usually reserved for cheap transistor radios. The monarchy was overthrown. Then the republic. Then Napoleon. Then the next republic. Then the next Napoleon . . .

You get the point.

A tumultuous period of governmental overthrows in 19th century France led to mass executions and economic collapse as politicians sought to establish themselves as “necessary” to the French people’s existence and happiness. The French claimed to be inspired in their motives by the success of the new nation, the United States of America.

The great majority of Americans don’t realize it, but the fait accompli of their lives is the disappearance of their liberty, both personal and political.

They have no option but to accept it. Their parents and grandparents sealed their fate with tolerating income taxes and praising Social Security and accepting dozens of illegitimate, unconstitutional Supreme Court decisions without so much as a whimper.

Liberty is a funny thing. Unless someone is willing to fight for it, it dies. And, sometimes, that death is brutal and slow. Places like Hong Kong and Venezuela take a long time to kill liberty because it was really only a seedling concept in those places.

Fighting for liberty doesn’t always mean death to the individual fighter, although that is possible. And it’s a price someone must be prepared to pay for the successful defense of liberty. Defending liberty, however, can mean something as tempered as speaking at a meeting or writing a letter. These are options Americans have that other nations like Cuba and North Korea will never experience.

But, America is different. It was founded on liberty bedrock. The holes were drilled and the pillars were sunk straight into it. Liberty was so deep a part of the United States that citizens didn’t believe it could ever be separated.

What we have learned is that regardless of the foundation, the inhabitants of a house can destroy it from the inside. And they have. We have.

We – and by “we,” I mean “me” – rolled over passively at the disgusting and ridiculous suggestion that we/I were “killing grandparents” with COVID-19. We donned masks to shield ourselves when we knew full well it was useless. We didn’t question the information being fed to us despite the fact that the FIRST obligation of freedom is to educate yourselves.

Now, we have masked mobs raging the urban streets, unidentifiable through tools the government itself mandated. They murder and kill as indiscriminately as coronavirus ever did, probably more so. Their outrage is as false as the pandemic that was forgotten the moment they threw the first conveniently-placed brick.

As Americans, we had traditionally been united by our mutual love for liberty. That is to say, our desire to remain unoppressed by a government – ANY government – was shared by every American of every political orientation. Democrats wanted collective money with local authority. Republicans wanted local money with collective apathy. Both concepts were untenable and wrong.

So, here we are in 2020. Everyone wanting the government to “do something’ . . . “fix this.”

It can’t. It is the Frankenstein American citizens created. It is only capable of more destruction. We place feeble chains on our monster, yet we ask it to do more for us. And when it breaks those shackles and runs amok in our cities’ streets, we act betrayed or outraged.

Americans disgust me. I disgust me.

The United States of America is dead. Fait accompli.

Amazing Grace Movie

It’s coming . . .

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. . . and I’m excited.
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*EDIT: Without ruining the movie, I believe it’s fair to say that William Wilberforce was the single most influential element in the elimination of chattel slavery in the Western world. A British aristocrat who was later elected to Parliament, he was dramatically impacted by the great Christian preacher, George Whitefield.

And while Wiberforce was born almost 100 years before the American Civil War that would abolish chattel slavery in the United States, his impact was massive in that cause nonetheless.

It speaks a great deal that the oldest Black private university in the United States is Wilberforce University.

The famous song from which the movie derives its title was written by John Newton, who spent a large portion of his life as the captain of a slave trading ship. A supernatural encounter with God during a storm off the west African coast led him to Christ and a position alongside Wilberforce as a leading British abolitionist. Newton’s story deserves its own movie.

Sadly, however, it falls to us today to continue Wilberforce and Newton’s fight. Groups like iAbolish and Christian Solidarity International continue to reveal the heinous practice of slavery existing throughout the world, mostly among Muslim nations.

Incident

In college, I had a roommate from Jamaica named Mike. Very cool guy. His family had come to the States and settled in The Bronx. He was a track star at Evander High School there and he had come out to Iowa for an education . . . and to get out of NYC.

Well, one of the fraternities on campus had taken on a decidedly monochomatic hue over the years and consisted largely of racist morons. At that time in my life, this was fine with me as long as they didn’t cause me any trouble. You want to hate someone other than me, hey – that’s your business. Has nothing to do with me.

Well, I quickly learned a lesson about the “expanding sphere” principle of fascist ideology.

Apparently, I was the only white guy in the freshman dorm with a black roommate (at least a black roommate who wasn’t on the football team).

So, I ended up having a few exchanges of words with these clowns. No big deal.

Until one night at a sorority toga party. I had been invited by a few different sisters, so I thought this would be nice. However, among campus Greek organizations, there is a brother/sister relationship between fraternities and sororities.

You guessed it. This sororitiy was my “fraternity friends'” sister house.

I was probably there about 10 minutes before the Spidey-sense kicked in and I knew I had to bail. I started to very carefully work my way to the stairs (the sorority house was actually a second-story apartment), trying not to draw attention to the fact that I was leaving.

Then, this little, drunk, racist frat brother notices me leaving. And, filled full of alcohol and drained of intellect, this kid who is a good 5″ shorter than me and at least 30 lbs. lighter decides he’s going to settle the score for his whole frat with me right here and now. I knew he was on the wrestling team, so I made sure not to let him tie up with me. I stepped out of his way. And he half-slid/half-tumbled down the stairs.

I turned to everybody, gave a quick salute and said, “Well, folks, have a great evening” and followed the lump of drunk down the stairs.

Needless to say, the party – and I do mean almost the entire party – came out behind me, thinking I was going to pursue my wrath with our little drunken wrestler. Nothing could have been further from the truth. In fact, I had already turned to head back to campus when a group of partygoers surrounded me and forced me back to the front of the building where “Shorty” had managed to stand himself up and assume what he must have thought was a threatening posture.

“Kyle,” I said, making sure not to use his real name here, “I’m not going to fight you, bro. You’re drunk, and besides, you’re a wrestler and you’ll kill me.”

Several people in the crowd laughed at this. I detest people in crowds. Large groups of humans are among the stupidest, yet most powerful forces, on earth. If they were laughing at me, that would have been fine. But, Kyle thought they were laughing at him.

Suddenly, he charges me and grabs me. Now, the kid’s a wrestler, so even when drunk he’s pretty good at at least getting me to the ground. He had also not kept with the spirit of the event and had dressed in jeans, shirt and his fraternity jacket, whereas I had actually WORN a toga and sandals.

Not conducive attire for grappling with an opponent.

Anyway, drunk as he is and even though a fair wrestler, it only takes me a minute or two to get the upper hand. That’s when his frat brothers step in and separate us.

“Look, bro,” I say to Kyle, “I don’t want any trouble with you.” We shake hands, exchange a pleasantry or two and he goes back to the party and I walk back to campus (during which time I discover that gravel and broken glass have so carved up the tops of my feet and knees that I still have scars on them to this day).

I get back to my dorm room and am relieved to find that both Mike and my other roommate are out. I can go to sleep in peace. I shower, read a little bit, then go to sleep.

I had just dozed off when somone knocks at the door. I get up and open it.

The next thing I know, I’m against the wall by Mike’s bunk and two of Kyle’s fraternity brothers are all over me. One has me pinned against the wall, while the other is punching me in the face. Since I can’t move, it’s almost impossible to land punches back. So I start taking the periods between blows to jam my elbows in the back, neck and head of the guy holding me against the wall. He buckles a little, but won’t let go.

That’s when, out of the corner of my eye, I see what would come to be known as “The Shillelagh of God”.

It was a spare slat to Mike’s bunk that had fallen out, basically a 2×4. I grabbed it and took the next punch.

Then, as he stepped off, I hit him right across the face with it. He went down like a hooker who’d just been given a hundred. I now focused on this pesky little guy who wouldn’t let go. I started pounding him over the back and head with the “Shillelagh”, but he’s in such close proximity that I can’t get a good wallop.

Then, I start taking hits to the face again. “Sleeping Beauty” has awakened. I wait and take one more punch, though, and then I put “her” back to sleep and go back to work on Metalhead.

This time he lets go of me.

I run out of the room and next door to a couple of friends, who happened to be twin brothers I played with on the football team. As they open the door I’ve been pounding and yelling on, the look on their faces tells me I must look a lot worse than I feel.

The pull me in and close and lock the door. I try to explain to them what’s gone on, but I keep having to stop and spit blood out of my mouth. After about five minutes, someone else starts pounding on their door and yelling, demanding I come out. I grab the Shillelagh and head to the door, only to be grabbed by one of the twins and told I’m insane and to keep my ass in the chair.

The validity of his statement settles on me fairly quickly.

But, the pounding doesn’t stop. And they keep yelling. And there seems to be three now. This goes on for several minutes. Finally, the door flies open.

I got two swings with the Shillelagh in before I got knocked down. Then, two of them jumped on me and held me to the floor while the third one got in my face. With a knife. And he pressed it against my throat.

The twins were asking the guys to get out of the room. They were trying to reason with them. Then, I was asked if I still thought I was tough.

I recognized the one in my face as the short guy who held me against my wall next door. Boy, he looked awful. Both his eyes were already blackened and he was bleeding out his left ear. I chuckled.

“Actually,” I said, blood pouring out the sides of my own mouth, “yeah, I do.”

“This is it, fucker!” he yelled, pushing harder against my chest. “Say you’re sorry and we’ll leave.”

Now, I don’t know where this came from. I had nowhere near the faith I have now, let alone the certainty of my place in the afterlife. But, this is what I said:

“You’re holding that knife all wrong. It won’t slit my arteries unless you have the full weight of your hand and wrist on the handle, forcing in the blade. If you’re going to kill me, kill me. If not, FUCK YOU AND GET OFF ME!”

I had a little bit looser tongue in that day.

After another minute or two, several other members of the football team came back to our floor and saw what was going on. They interceded and forced myself and my assailants to separate.

In retrospect, I should have gone to the emergency room. The swelling on my face went down after a day or so, but the inside of my mouth took well over eight weeks to heal fully. I had to wear sandals for a few days until the tops of my feet were sufficiently scabbed over for shoes.

All of that taken care of in a hospital, of course, would have generated a police report, which would have led to arrests and possible criminal charges. But, I didn’t – a decision which I think earned me favor in the eyes of my college administration.

One of my assailants, the designated puncher in my dorm room, left school as a result of the incident. The other, the one who held the knife to my throat, stayed in school after groveling to the dean. And, in fairness, he had never given me any trouble before. He graduated, but I heard recently that he died of cancer. I actually felt a degree of sadness, however small.

After graduation, my wife and I left there and – with the exception of a short trip by her to attend a friend’s wedding – we’ve never been back.

Legal Circus

Defense Attorney Says Duke Rape Accuser Changing Story

(AP) – The accuser in the Duke lacrosse sexual assault case told prosecutors in December that one of the three players charged did not commit any sex act on her during the alleged attack, according to court papers filed Thursday by the defense.

The attacker identified as Reade Seligmann only watched, she told an investigator, the papers said. While he was repeatedly urged to take part in the alleged attack, she recalled, he said he could not participate because he was getting married.

“The accuser’s most recent recollection of events demonstrates clearly that she cannot accurately recall and describe her attackers and that any identification made by her is necessarily unreliable,” the defense filing said.

The new description of Seligmann’s role in the alleged assault was one of several changes the accuser made in her story during a Dec. 21 interview with an investigator from District Attorney Mike Nifong’s office, the defense said.

In that same interview, the accuser also said she was no longer certain she had been penetrated vaginally by a penis, a necessary element of rape charges in North Carolina.

That led Nifong to dismiss rape charges against Seligmann and fellow defendants Dave Evans and Collin Finnerty. The players, who have steadfastly declared their innocence, remain charged with sexual offense and kidnapping.

Both Nifong and James P. Cooney III, an attorney for Seligmann, did not return a call seeking comment Thursday morning.
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We all know this case has been mishandled from the start by Durham (N.C.) District Attorney Mike Nifong. As the wheels continue to fall off his case and what’s left of his career, one is left with the hollow, empty feeling of Pyrrhic victory.

Sure. These boys will likely be acquitted or all charges completely dismissed. There will probably be a lacrosse program at Duke University again. And eventually the media will move on to the next carcass du jour and proceed to ruin some other valuable human lives.

In the meantime, however, Justice lies on the streets of Durham, beaten and herself raped.

There’s a victim in this case, alright. And I’m afraid she’ll never be the same again.

Call To Action For Black Americans

The racism and selfishness of African-American culture is becoming the largest single destructive force in the United States.

 

I know that simply by saying this I’m going to be branded a racist by the very people whose influence I intend to criticize. And it’s a lie. I’m not a racist – at least not in the hate-filled, self-serving manner that most of the myopic sycophants who Black Americans currently allow to speak for them are.

 

But the lie will probably be spoken anyway by people who don’t know me. The people who will say this have no knowledge of my years of marching in celebrations for Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

 

They won’t ask about the night I fought five brothers of a White racist fraternity, one of whom held me at knifepoint, who targeted my roommate and I simply because he was Black.

 

No one will research the countless columns I wrote for Florida Today or the Vero Beach Press-Journal to find the records of my speaking out against racial hatred by Whites.

 

African-American culture is not concerned with the truth. African-American culture is only concerned with itself.

 

You’ll notice I draw a clear and definite distinction between African-American culture and Black Americans. Black Americans are individuals. They are Americans just the same as all of us, to be honored and afforded all the respect, rights, privileges and dignities that come with citizenship in this blessed nation.

 

African-American culture wants more than that, though. It claims its members deserve more. The illusion African-American culture tries to create in the hearts and minds of Black Americans is that they are somehow still experiencing the conditions of chattel slavery. Racist leaders like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton manipulate situations and abuse their positions to draw imaginary parallels between free and sovereign Black citizens of today with bound and captive slaves of 150 years ago.

 

This lie is patently obvious. No Black American today experiences anything even remotely close to the oppressively inhuman conditions that some slaves were forced to endure. Further, no Black American today can even pretend to be deprived of personal liberties or opportunities – either by comparison to the slaves that may or may not have been their forebears or by comparison to any of the other 290 million American citizens with whom they share this country.

 

But, African-American culture seeks to propagate this lie.

 

Further, aside from lying to Black Americans about their present condition, African-American culture lies to Black Americans about their future. In the absence of a protective government overstructure, African-American culture tells Black Americans, you can never hope to be equal with White men. African-American culture tells Black Americans that other minorities – Hispanics, Asians, Indians – are allied with White Americans in a conspiracy of hatred designed to keep Black Americans poor, stupid and powerless. Like all cultures of deceit and hatred African-American culture has to continue creating more elaborate lies to support its original deception. This original deception was, of course, that Black Americans were no better off than their slave ancestors.

 

During the early days of the American civil rights movement in the Southern United States, there were horrible abuses of human rights and law, both civil and criminal by White leaders. Various local governments were sporadically applying Federal laws designed to clarify the American provisions of equality. Other local governments, however, were actively avoiding applying these statutes and were even more aggressive in applying their own outdated codes that administered justice – or rather injustice – based upon one’s race.

 

There was a problem, however. Blacks in the South during the 1940s and early 1950s were still in possession of their memories. The problem this created was that it allowed Black Americans to remember how far they had come in 80 to 90 years. At the time of the conclusion of World War II, there were still men and women alive – albeit only a few – who really, really remembered the sting of the lash; who actually had been the property of a White man at one point during their lives. For someone to have come from that position to a position of even nominal freedom was still something to be acknowledged as progress.

 

Unfortunately, it was not progress enough. Nor should it have been considered such. But, the way that civil rights activists from the Northeastern and Midwestern United States addressed this complacency was not to call upon the nobler instincts of rural Southern or inner-city Black Americans and ask them to consider the “equality” their grandchildren might inherit. Instead, activists like Dr. King and Julian Bond and Jesse Jackson opted to convince Black Americans they were still in chains and had really made no progress at all.

 

While we can now claim that this type of speaking was just metaphor, the speakers themselves were well aware of the power of rhetoric on an audience without the context of nuance. Poetic and nobly motivated as the words of these civil rights leaders of the 1950s and 1960s were, they had predicated the appeal of their message upon using rhetoric to motivate an audience who appeared (and indeed was) moving too slowly for the good of the nation that surrounded it. American civil rights and equality had to move faster in the United States than either the Black population wanted to drive it or the White population wanted to allow it. For this reason alone, we should honor Dr. King. He motivated people of both races to increase the pace of change even though the majority of those races were complacent with the current rate of change.

 

Here is the problem, though.

 

It is one thing to say something to motivate your troops. It is an entirely different thing to continue saying that thing after a). it is proven to be untrue and b). the battle has been fought and won.

 

Whatever foundational half-truth the American civil rights movement needed to launch itself, it did not abandon the half-truth when the victories began to pour in. The prudent thing to do after the Brown v. Board of Education ruling or passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 or any number of milestones for the cause would have been to acknowledge the progress and the advancements over the conditions that had existed.

 

Instead the base principle of African-American culture was allowed to fester and set like wet cement around the aspirations of the people it alleged to help. We may have won a victory, the leaders would say, but we are no better off than before. These achievements are good, but they’re not good enough.

 

And they never will be.

 

It is this culture of self-induced oppression, an aura of victimization that has surrounded African-American culture since the early 1950s, that still pervades the lives of Black Americans. Regardless of what legislative or regulatory triumphs or justices are afforded to Black Americans as individuals, African-American leaders will tell them that they deserve more.

 

The reason that African-American culture can blind Black Americans like this is because there is a comfort in oppression, especially in imagined oppression. You get to maintain all of the righteous indignation of being treated inhumanely while suffering only a fraction of the actual indignities.

Of course, here’s where African-American leaders will tell us that none of us has any idea what it’s like to be Black. None of us had felt the sting of racism. This, of course, is hogwash. Other minorities know the feeling, yet they largely do not maintain a false, divisive sense of self-servience. All of us know the feeling of being unjustly treated. The difference in being treated badly because of your race is only superficially different than being treated badly because of your religion or your social class or your age or any number of other factors. All humans are potential victims of these hatreds.

 

It is African-American culture’s lie – the lie that hate based upon race is a greater evil than any other hate – that allows Black Americans to continue wallowing in self-entitlement and faux indignation.

 

There is only one way for Black Americans to truly progress beyond the oppression-rich mentality that African-American culture has handed to them as a supposed birthright.

 

First, Black Americans must confront their own institutionalized racism. When a man like Louis Farrakhan, an avowed enemy of the United States of America and White humans in general, can legitimately pretend to speak for Black Americans, then there can be no hope of greater trust. White racists are disavowed as soon as they open their hate-filled mouths. Black racists, like Ray Nagin, get to run for mayor of their city. The first step in receiving more societal responsibility and authority for Black Americans is in admitting this flaw of African-American culture and rebuking it.

 

Second, Black Americans must stop withdrawing into their own insular communities and build bridges into the broader community. One of the most successful churches in our area is a church called Truth Revealed Ministry. It was founded by a black pastor who chose to build a multi-ethnic congregation. The need of American society at large to unite with Black Americans is keenly felt. But, the racial rift will only continue to widen unless the work that is done to bridge it is done from both sides.

 

Finally, both of these decisions to action must be made based upon the answer to a very fundamental question. Black Americans need to ask themselves individually what allegiance they owe to the United States itself. Perpetual victimhood has fogged the lenses of an entire race to the realities of American citizenship. For Black Americans (and especially young Black Americans who have been heavily influenced by African-American culture), there is often very little meaning tied to being an American. Unless this is reversed from within the Black American individual and their communities, there is little sense in even bothering to develop responsible leadership or to reach out to broader American society.