"You and I have a rendezvous with destiny. We will preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on earth, or we will sentence them to take the first step into a thousand years of darkness. If we fail, at least let our children and our children's children say of us we justified our brief moment here. We did all that could be done."
Ronald Reagan




Showing posts with label Racial Unity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Racial Unity. Show all posts

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Mike Adams - A Black Man Can

There is a bumper sticker I have often seen displaying these four simple words: “A Black Man Can.” The words could be taken in either of two ways. One interpretation is liberal - calling for whites to stop discriminating and give black men a chance. Another interpretation is conservative - suggesting black men can achieve without the help of government programs.

I suspect the “Black Man Can” sticker is most often displayed in conjunction with the former message. Either way, it hopelessly misses the mark in addressing the solution to the chronic underachievement of black males in a land that holds promise for all regardless of race.

Perceptions of discrimination vary. But nowhere in America are the perceptions stronger than among black males. In the eyes of too many black males, racial discrimination is to be found everywhere. Paradoxically, black male beliefs concerning the prevalence of discrimination render the concept of discrimination virtually irrelevant. Consider the following:

*A black man sitting at a counter in a cafĂ© overheard a conversation I was having with a friend. We were talking about the then-upcoming Mississippi State/Ole Miss football game. The black man, a total stranger, interrupts and says that “as a black man” he would never live in Mississippi or anywhere in the Deep South. When asked whether he had ever been to the Deep South, he responded in the negative. When asked whether he actually knew any black men who had moved to the Deep South and experienced heightened discrimination, he responded in the negative. The eavesdropping black man said he was from New York, by the way. He simply assumed that discrimination was exponentially higher in the Deep South than it is in the North. When asked whether he was racially prejudiced against white Southerners, he abruptly bowed out of the conversation.

*A black male friend of mine wanted to know what I thought of Herman Cain. He asked me specifically whether I thought Cain had any chance of getting the GOP nomination. I told him I thought he did (this was several months ago). He responded by saying “No way. But if he were not a black man, he would be the front-runner.” The statement was problematic for a pretty obvious reason. At the time of the statement, Herman Cain was, in fact, the frontrunner. My friend was so assured that white racism would prevent Cain’s success in the GOP that he did not even bother to monitor the polls.

*Last year, a black man accused of a series of misdemeanors reached out to me for legal advice. I know him well. But I declined to give him the advice and instead gave him the number of a lawyer friend of mine. The accused man said he was certain he would be convicted adding, “Even today, a black man cannot get justice.” A few months later, he was convicted. There was no jury trial and the judge was black. But, in the aftermath, he continued to assert that he was mistreated by “the system.” He kept saying “But there was no evidence” over and over again. At no point did he say “But I was innocent.” In other words, this black man was convicted because he was simply guilty. But he could not let go of the racial crutch upon which he was leaning.

Among the themes running through all of these real-world accounts is a considerable lack of maturity and leadership on behalf of the black men decrying racism. Whatever the effects on their own behavior, the effects upon others are decidedly negative. When a black man declares he would never live in the Deep South, he forecloses on legitimate opportunities that may be awaiting him there. Worse, he encourages younger black men to similarly limit their opportunities.

When a black man declares he has no place in the GOP, he renders himself a slave to the policies of a party no longer concerned with courting his vote. Worse, he erects psychological barriers in the minds of younger black men who might bring reform to parties perceived to be unresponsive to their community’s needs.

When a black man convinces himself that the issue of his innocence is irrelevant, he kills any chance for repentance and personal rehabilitation. Worse, he convinces younger black men that they need not conform to the rules of society. Whether criminal or not, the system will eventually get them.

The good news here in the 21st Century is that there are far fewer true racists than there were in the 20th Century. The bad news is that today’s black male is doing the work of yesterday’s racist. By keeping alive the myth of persistent white racism, he creates a culture of helplessness among other black males. In the meantime, black females are achieving far more than black males - thus putting the lie to the assertion that race, not culture, is at the heart of the problem of black male underachievement.

Liberals are wrong to assert that black male progress would necessarily follow on the heels of a decline in racial discrimination. Conservatives are wrong to assert that black male progress would necessarily follow on the heels of a decline in government intervention. Nothing will ever change until the purveyors of perpetual victimhood stop waving a banner that reads “A Black Man Can’t.”


Mike Adams


Mike Adams
Mike Adams is a criminology professor at the University of North Carolina Wilmington and author of Feminists Say the Darndest Things: A Politically Incorrect Professor Confronts "Womyn" On Campus.

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Friday, September 2, 2011

Robin of Berkeley - The Real Revolution

I was driving through a rough and tough part of Oakland this morning. I don’t generally travel there but was en route to a doctor’s appointment.

It was a part of Oakland under siege: with no businesses to speak of; where drive-bys are common, and drugs, gangs, and thugs rule the streets. As I drove down the busy avenue, I (as well as everyone around me) shut my windows tightly, locked the doors, and made no eye contact with absolutely anyone.

But when I stopped at a red light, I saw an unusual sight: a black man on the corner, bellowing something at the top of his lungs. Actually, this isn’t all that strange a sighting since the crazed and drug-addled will often start yelling, both in Oakland and Berkeley.

But this man was well-dressed, and he also had something rarely seen around here: a light in his eyes. Curious, I took the risk to lower my windows and listen to what he was saying.

Standing amidst the druggies and the passersby averting their eyes, he yelled, “I am different than you. I have God in me. I am a changed person, and you can be too. You can have all your sins washed away right now, just like that.”

Excited, I looked at him and smiled. Though there were hordes of people and cars around, we locked eyes. Although we were strangers, I recognized him, and he recognized me.

Speaking even more forcefully he shouted, “Don’t you want to be forgiven? Don’t you want the love and the hope that can only come from God? Come to God right now. Let Him deliver you.”

We locked eyes again, and I gave him a big thumbs up. Looking pleased, he returned with his own thumb’s up, and continued his message even stronger and louder.

When the red light changed to green, I slowly made my way up next to him. Now I had both my side windows wide open. I waved and he waved back; and he shouted to me with great warmth, “I love you!” My eyes filled up with tears.

Where in the world could you see such a sight, of a black and a white stranger communing in a dark, foreboding part of town? And where else would you hear a black man tell an unknown, white woman that he loves her?

There’s only one place — and that’s in God’s grace. There’s only one avenue for true unity and love, and that is God’s mercy. No other vehicle or channel exists.

It doesn’t matter how many White Privilege seminars are held, or how many social programs are created. Obama, Eric Holder, Michelle, SEIU. . they won’t bring people together. They want to split us into a million pieces.

The left’s philosophy of racial unity via billy clubs is criminal. Anyone who believes that Obama, et al. will usher in peace and prosperity is lying to himself. The true revolution will not come from flash mobs, or Facebook insurrections, no matter how many people lie bleeding.

Leftists confuse power for force. Force is easy; it’s the tool of cowards. But real power? True power only comes from God.

And that is why my brief encounter with the street preacher moved me so: because I saw in full technicolor, the power of God to change lives and to move mountains.

When God shines His light on us, He brightens the darkest part of town. Black and white and yellow and brown can unite as one, but only if the great conciliator is God.

Because, as the wise street minister preached: it is only God who can heal. It is God alone who can wash away our shame, guilt, grief and brokenness, and make us whole again.

So I say this directly to you: If anything I have written resonates, even a teeny bit, don’t ignore it. Don’t push what I’m saying under the rug. Don’t wait for a rainy day.

Because one thing is for sure: everyone on this planet will one day breathe his last breath. And we haven’t a clue when that moment will arrive.

We don’t have a minute to lose to restore ourselves before God.

And not just this: our world desperately needs as many bright lights as possible to illuminate the way during these dark times.


Robin of Berkeley

Robin is a recovering liberal, and a licensed psychotherapist who lives in Berkeley, California. The above information is intended for entertainment and educational purposes, rather than to offer any kind of definitive diagnoses.
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