Well, here I am writing another piece on race. Just as soon as I regained my composure after reading/viewing the last disturbing racial news item, another one strikes and reminds me that there are indeed two black Americas – and they are polar opposites.
I decided to segregate them (a racist concept, I know) by renaming them based loosely what has come to be the appellation of choice for the black community, African-American. But calling them all African-Americans lumps the good and the bad together, and that’s not fair to the good ones. So I’m segregating them into two distinct groups: “Africans,” and “Americans.”
One group consists of black families. They are a traditional family composed of a a mom and a dad. They’re hard working folks and they converse in actual English (not Ebonics). They’re likely to be Christian and church-going, and they’re doing their best to raise their children to be responsible citizens. They help the kids with homework and encourage them to achieve in school, aware that their education contributes mightily to success in life. They maintain their homes (whether owned or rented) and exhibit pride in the way they dress and act.
They’re usually quiet and easy going and it’s unlikely that you’ll see them taking part in an angry protest, they’re too busy with their jobs and raising their families to associate themselves with paid protesters hired to confront authorities over some perceived injustice. They understand that there is a way to correct injustice and riots and looting are not among the acceptable options.
They are your neighbors and mine; they are our co-workers, and they are just like us, except for a slightly darker tint. They’re good people and I choose to call them “Americans.”
And then there are the other ones. They’re the “Africans.” Almost always the result of a home without a responsible father, they were probably born out of wedlock to a mother who was ill prepared (economically or emotionally) to raise them properly. They are the trouble-makers.
They aren’t pushed to attend school and they’re ostracized if they “act white” by trying to get educated. They are seldom closely supervised and are allowed to run loose like feral animals, free to commit petty crimes, use or sell drugs, and participate in gang activities. In the absence of a real family, they’ve learned their attitudes of belligerence and hostility from their alternative family – the gang. And note that the “gang” is not necessarily a formal gang; it might just be a social group of like-minded gangsters-in-training.
Violence is a way of life for these thugs; it is the stock in trade for their family unit (their gang) and they’ve learned to talk loud to win an argument, and if shouting doesn’t work, they resort to violence.
They are the ones, who expose their underwear, hide under their hoodies, wear their t-shirts, shorts, and caps with “gangsta” flair, flash their colors or signs and generally exhibit a disdain for any form of authority. Teachers and police are disrespected as a matter of course and dislike of white people is readily apparent in their attitude since it’s been pounded into them since birth. They likely believe that whites have been the root of all evil that’s befallen their race.
These are the animals that attack whites (mostly) in knockout games, flash mob attacks, and muggings. Robberies, home invasions and car-jackings are also favorite pastimes of this group. They are troublemakers and most will have accumulated a number of arrests by the time that they’re old enough to vote.
As way of evidence, we only have to read the media accounts of black-on-white crimes to find that the perpetrators fit nicely into the segment I describe as “Africans.”
The two factions are as different as night and day and there is not a lot of sympathy for one group by the other.
It’s a given that white people can also be distributed into the same two general categories, but white thugs make up a smaller percentage of the white population and therefore aren’t as visible. Their characteristics parallel the Africans and they are no more welcome in polite society. They are the misfits; they are our “white trash.”
Several recent events triggered my writing this piece:
A report referring to remarks by former New Black Panther Party Chairman Malik Sulu Shabazz calling for the killing of white people. He was referring to Denmark Vesey, a former slave who planned a major slave revolt in 1822, when he appeared to urge the crowd to finish the “mission” he had referred to earlier: killing white people in an uprising. “We got to complete what Denmark didn’t finish,” he insisted. “Denmark didn’t finish his mission.”
Louis Farrakhan, leader of the Nation of Islam, gave an impassioned speech denouncing America and aligning all white Americans with the sentiments of the racist murderer who shot and killed nine churchgoers in Charleston recently.
A video (that went viral) showing an unprovoked violent attack by a black teen girl on a white female teen that was holding a toddler at the time. Later reports that the two girls knew each other and had a previous quarrel does not diminish the violence of the attack.
A video showing a mob of about 50 black teens who pillaged through a Georgia Walmart destroying property and terrorizing shoppers – “just to see how much damage they could cause.”
What I’m trying to do is call attention to the difference between good, productive black folks and the thugs that are responsible for the majority of the crime and violence in the black community.
The “Africans” cast a dark and negative shadow on the good American blacks and need to be called out by the mainstream blacks. When they’re called out by whites, the immediate reaction is a defensive charge of racism – a charge that becomes impotent when leveled against other blacks.
There are too many good and honorable black Americans in this country who are allowing themselves to be lumped in with the thugs and welfare queens who demean their race. I’m encouraging them to join with us in denouncing the behavior of those who could push the country into a disastrous race war.