When I’m in a New
York City subway car, I see the embodiment of Lady Liberty’s huddled
masses. I hear a rhapsody of foreign
languages, and the lilt of jangling accents. I listen to the urban slang, the New
York-isms, the Transit-speak, and standard English. It’s jazz. It’s rock ‘n
roll. It’s klezmer. It’s salsa. It’s R & B. It’s opera. It’s the American
songbook of life. I see faces of countless
hues and features, and glorious fashions from goth to glamour to Goodwill. I spot
hijabs, caps, hoodies, kufis, and pork pies. And then I marvel at the hair –
crinkly, straight, braided, curly, twisted, spiked, shaved, and all over the
place. So lovely. So American. I devour
it. But this man lives in a gilded
castle in the sky, with no appreciation for the multi-colored fabric he
represents.
''A
gorgeous mosaic of race and religious faith, of national origin and sexual
orientation.'' – Mayor David Dinkins
The mayor was talking about New York City, but in truth,
he described America. We’re all different. But we are one, whether we’re in Wichita, Beaufort,
Dallas, or Brooklyn. Our president should
be driving this point home.
He has the great
honor and privilege of serving all of us,
and he doesn’t seem to care. He’s too
busy playing golf, watching television, picking fights with CNN, and enjoying the
slobbering and slurping sounds of people sucking up to him. He has the most important job in the world.
But he’s playing it off, like it’s a joke. Like we’re a joke. At the White
House, if they serve him his two scoops of ice cream, and he can get out of
Dodge on weekends, he
calls it an AMAZING day. Where I come
from, we call it “getting over.” He spends a day doing as little as possible, gets
a paycheck, basks in accolades, and takes Air Force One to Bedminster or Mar-a-Lago, on our dime.
We're getting screwed.
How does one begin
to describe his handling of recent disasters?
In a word - disastrous. His disdain for any
skin color other than lily white was amplified when he finally got to Puerto
Rico. We know how long it took him to get there. We heard the conversation about body counts
from the “real catastrophe,” Katrina.
And we saw him tossing Brawny paper towels to people who were hungry, had
no drinking water, and could not bathe themselves or their babies. They couldn’t
flush their toilets. Dying people. Desperate people. Sick people.
When he left, this is what he said to one of the traumatized families.
“Have a good time!”
WTF?
There is no way to
justify his behavior. We all know what it is – CRAZY. He’s unstable. He’s taking a huge stab at destroying our
country. And he’s just getting started.
By the time he visited victims in Las Vegas, his ”Adult Day Care Team” administration wised up. They kept
him tethered to a script at every turn, and staged each photo op. Bingo. Like a baby, clutching his mother’s apron strings, he made it
through the day without insulting anybody. Oh,
wait. Didn’t he tweet his “Warmest condolences”
to the victims and their families? Guess
he did it early, before any of the grownups were awake.
I agree with Rex
Tillerson. The man is a f------ moron!
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It takes courage
to kneel – to protest, in full view of millions of Americans. I don’t know If I could do it. They're receiving death threats; they should get kudos. Unlike the president, who stirs up hate at all-white rallies, these men
are peaceful. Silent. They are posed on one knee, as
suggested to them by a veteran. I believe they will persevere, just like Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, Muhammed Ali,
and so many others who came before them.
“Do what you feel in your heart is right – for you’ll be criticized anyway. You’ll be damned if you do and damned if you don’t.” - Eleanor Roosevelt
This president will never understand. Here is why they kneel.
“Do what you feel in your heart is right – for you’ll be criticized anyway. You’ll be damned if you do and damned if you don’t.” - Eleanor Roosevelt
This president will never understand. Here is why they kneel.
MAGA. What does it mean?
I believe it is code for Make America White Again.
But that will never happen, because America was never white in the first place.
Ask our Native American brothers and sisters. They will never forget. And
we should not forget that slavery predates the founding of the United States of
America. We’ve been here forever and we’re not going anywhere.
He doesn’t seem to
care how many Americans, white or otherwise, are proud of their country’s depth
and breadth of colors, religions and cultures. He's hell bent on making this
nation white as snow, from coast to coast. So, he writes executive orders, to
get rid of Muslims and immigrants. He shows his ass in Puerto
Rico, letting the world know he doesn’t care about its people, his people -
American people. He said black Americans have nothing to lose.
Truth is, we'd like to lose him. We've had his number for years.
Here’s a quote from one of his black Atlantic City casino workers.
“When Donald and Ivana came to the casino, the bosses
would order all the black people off the floor,” Kip Brown, a former employee at Trump’s
Castle, told the New Yorker for a September article.
“It was the eighties, I was a teen-ager, but I remember it: they put us
all in the back.”
He also disparaged
his black casino employees as “lazy” in vividly bigoted terms, according to a 1991 book by John O’Donnell, a former president of Trump Plaza
Hotel and Casino.
And we all know
about the Central
Park Five.
What does he know
about African-Americans? This country was built on the backs of my ancestors.
We should never be minimized or characterized as a race of ne’er do wells
or thugs.
“I, too, am America.” -
Langston Hughes
We are all
important. We have equal rights. We are Americans.
My parents were freedom
fighters. My mother picketed
in front of Woolworth’s in New York City, in support of black southerners who were
fighting for the right to sit at the counter for lunch. Note the different colors of the people picketing in this photo. That's my America. Our America. Not Trump's America. Still, some passersby and haters spit in my mother's face. Yet she never gave up on the Civil Rights Movement. She marched and sat-in until she was too weak
to fight anymore, and God took her home at a young age. That’s my
heritage. That’s my history. Her spirit is in me. Her love of country is in me. That’s why I
will use my voice to call him out, and my vote to get him out of office.
There
are so many more puke-worthy, un-American Trumpisms. Like “fake news.”
Birtherism. The Putin bromance. Pussy-grabbing. Tweet
storms. Interviews peppered with talk about women bleeding from various body
parts, and press conferences lauding “very fine” white supremacists. Then there's the narcissism. The lies. The unpredictability. Un-presidential.
Unthinkable. Unprecedented. Uncouth. But
dammit! Not unstoppable! He will NOT win this one.
Keep the faith. No living president would endorse him. All is not lost.
The presidency
should exemplify strength, truth, honesty, dignity, grace, patience, and wisdom.
He has no scruples and he cannot
lead. He does not unite us. He’s fueling a race war. We’re seeing swastikas. Aryan Nations are marching in our streets. KKK members no longer hide under white sheets. Some people in Charlottesville were shouting, "Heil Trump!" What’s next? "Strange Fruit"?*
This country is in
trouble. POTUS. Does. Not. Embrace. American. Values.
We must continue
to do the things he can neither fathom nor carry out. We must condemn white
supremacists, KKK and Neo-Nazis. We must
stand up (or kneel) so that black men, women and children won’t die while
driving, or walking, or while just being black. Because Black Lives
Matter. White Lives Matter. Blue Lives
Matter. All Lives Matter.
No more Sandra
Blands. No more Philando Castiles. No more Heather Heyers. No more Tamir
Rices. No more Carmen Yulín Cruz Sotos, pleading
to save the lives of a people – American people.
There is no master race.
This is America.
It’s 2017. Don't let him turn the clock back.
Stay woke. Vote. Resist.
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*"Strange Fruit"
is a song performed most famously by Billie Holiday, who
first sang and recorded it in 1939. Written by teacher Abel Meeropol as a
poem and published in 1937, it protested American racism, particularly the lynching of African Americans - Wikipedia“Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the
root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees…” -