Tuesday, November 1, 2011

At Play in the Fields of the Lord

When I started this blog awhile back, I wanted to do something different. There are a lot of blogs in the blogosphere that concentrate on politics and they do it quite well but, I didn't feel the need to add another one. Besides, these political blogs are brutal places to hang out. Field negro comes to mind when writing this. This man must be one of the most level headed and calmest individual on the Internet. Nothing fazes him.

Anyway, like I said, I wanted to do something different, but the mind is a funny thing. If you've read some of the stuff I write about, it would seem that I'm stuck in "slavey time". It didn't start out that way, but in my opinion, I think that a majority of our problems can be traced back to that period in time and all the way up through the fifties and into the early sixties, which is just forty some years ago. We didn't get our groove on until the middle and late sixties. But something went horribly wrong. Some one put a couple of sticks of dynamite under that bridge we were crossing and blew it the hell up. A lot of our leaders at the time fell by the wayside or were just outright killed.

Because the MSM told us so, we believed that we had arrived. Kinda like today with a black man in the White House. The MSM felt the need to invent the phrase, "Post Racial America" to lull us into thinking, once again, that all was well and would be well, because the people of America had spoken and it was official: racism was dead. All the clouds would fade away and the sky would open up and the Lord himself would come down and bless each and every one of us and "those children got so happy- they just went struttin' right through the fire. Just a laughin' and a talkin' bout the power of the gospel." That was a lie... and thankfully a short lived one, because no matter what you might think of the kids today, they ain't stupid. They are more connected and informed and aware than we ever were and it doesn't take them long to see through the shit that's being shoveled at them.

But I digress. See what I mean? I get side tracked easily. (Sometimes I go away, but then I come back.) I thought very hard for a handle that I could use. Mad Dog2020 came to mind almost immediately. Luckily it was taken or unluckily. It depends on your point of view. But there were a lot of questions on my mind, mostly of a spiritual nature, but just observing the day to day activities of black people and where their priorities lie, sometimes drive my mind in a totally different direction from where I started out. Herman Cain is another name that's popping into my head now. But I refuse to do political commentary.

I will have another post tomorrow. Strangely enough it's a short story about, yep, you guessed it. Slavey Times. Carry me cross that river Jordan. But I also, in my limited way tried to explain the enmity between black men and black women. I thought a story format was the way to go. It's an important subject that black people can't quite seem to wrap their heads around.

I would like to apologize ahead of time if it upsets anyone who reads it, but we need to talk about this stuff to each other. We need to get it out in the open and air it out. This is just my awkward way of doing it. I wanted to know. I still want to know.

Back in the medieval days, the fool was the only person in the court who could say dumb shit to the king and keep his head. Oftimes, when the people took the time to think about what he said, it wasn't all just dumb shit.

I hope I can have the same outcome and keep my head in the bargain.




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