How can anyone take an honest look at the black community in 2015 and not damn the Democrats? It was bad enough when the Democrats formed the Ku Klux Klan and passed Jim Crow laws in the South. It was bad enough when bigots like Bull Connor, Orville Faubus and George Wallace, sicced dogs and cops on black people who were peacefully demonstrating on behalf of equal rights and a decent education, and against segregation and the poll tax.
There was a time when blacks, taken as a group, were among the most admirable people in America. In huge numbers, they attended Christian churches and lived by Christian precepts. Black children were more likely than white ones to be raised in two-parent homes. When it came to drug use, it was limited for the most part to jazz musicians and those boneheads, both black and white, who believed that drugs would magically transform them into jazz musicians.
Today, even those blacks who are college-educated and safely ensconced in the middle class continue to vote 90-95% of the time for those very same plantation-owning Democrats who once used the whip on them, and who today keep them in line with welfare. Why those blacks who are actually productive and who can pay for their own housing, food and cell phones, continue to kneel down to the insufferable likes of Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton and Joe Biden, is beyond me.
There was a time when blacks set the gold standard when it came to persevering, for aspiring to independence and a better, more self-respecting, life. There was a time when it was truly an insult for a young white person to refer to black adults as “boys.” But today, when millions of black men have spent the past several decades deserting their pregnant women, leaving them to raise their offspring in poverty, they hardly deserve to be called men.
Even to call many of them “boys” is a bit of a stretch. When you saw the black goons jumping on cars in places like Ferguson and Baltimore, they looked more like the chimps you see doing the very same thing in Africa when safari vehicles slow down than like anything recognizably human.
The brouhaha involving the Confederate flag has pretty much quieted down by now, leaving those who demanded its removal from public spaces feeling very self-righteous, morally superior to those who saw the flag as a tribute to those ancestors who bravely fought and died to defend their homes, their farms and their families.
For the most part, the rebels were not fighting to defend slavery any more than Lincoln was waging his bloody war in order to end it. But it took a note from reader Jim Hawkins to remind me that FDR, Al Gore, Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton and even Barack Obama, all prominently displayed the Confederate flag on their campaign posters, flyers and buttons.
Sometimes, even I’m surprised by the unbounded greed and stupidity of bureaucrats. For instance, it recently came to light that here in California, scores of truck drivers had bribed the folks down at the DMV to grant them licenses by rigging the test results. Inasmuch as it means that a bunch of truck drivers too dumb to pass a relatively easy test would be using the same roads as these civil servants and their loved ones, wouldn’t you think it would make more sense for these knuckleheads to consider knocking over a 7-11 if they need the money that desperately?
It certainly might explain why, over the past few months, there have been a record number of crashes in California involving trucks. At least I hope that’s the explanation and that it’s not because even the ones who passed the test can’t drive and chew gum at the same time.
It took me aback in 2008 when Obama vowed to fundamentally transform America and won the election. It had never occurred to me that so many people felt that America required anything more than a few tweaks to make it even better than it was. Now Bernie Sanders is promising nothing less than a revolution, and the old self-proclaimed Socialist is drawing bigger and more enthusiastic crowds than those other two sideshow attractions, Clinton and Trump.
When it comes to politics, I’m no stranger to idiots. In fact, I was related to several. Back when I was a kid, my uncles, who had all been born in Russia when Czar Nicholas encouraged his Cossacks to give Jews a hard time, thought that Stalin and the Communists were heaven-sent. They never stopped rhapsodizing about the Soviet Union, although not one of them ever took a trip back to the old country to check out the reality.
Instead, they would go on and on, pointing out all the ways that the Soviet Union was superior to America. When I was about 11 or 12, I had finally heard enough. One day, I interrupted my Uncle Al long enough to point out with the logic that remains my trademark that, come the revolution, he and his brothers — all four of whom were wartime black marketers, absentee landlords and successful capitalists, the trifecta of bourgeois transgressions — would be lined up against the wall and shot, even before the Commies got around to the Morgans and the Rockefellers.
He seemed shaken, but whether it was by his nephew’s words or the grin that accompanied them, I can’t say.
But, either way, I knew I was never going to wind up in his will.