vacuous vocabulary

First my dad, then Rum Punch. Both sent me links to an op/ed piece in the Washington Post – He’s Not Black. So, I read it. Yet prior to reading it, I read I’m Not Post-Racial– another op-ed featured in the Post too. Read them both – and hear me out.

Kudos for Krissah Williams Thompson for being a member of the media and distancing herself from the trend du jour. I know many of my friends and myself included cringe when hearing or reading the words post-racial, a term that seems to have plagued the very existence of Barack’s senatorial and presidential campaign. What does it mean? What are you trying to imply? White folks we understand you want your kumbaya moment, however if we’re to come together it won’t be exclusively on your terms.

Marie Arana, it’s nice that you’re able to identify with President Elect Obama as you see yourself as a mut. However, the immigrant experience is not the same as the black American experience. So, granted you perceive the President-Elect’s presidency a certain way, many do not share your perception. Many immigrants who come to the United States view this nation as the beacon of light on top of the hill, they recite and echo Horatio Alger’s principles. And yet for many citizens of the land – black Americans -- they endured and fought for basic rights, only denied because they were black. And these same black Americans are mixed too – don’t be fooled and think miscegenation didn’t occur over the 400 years during slavery because it did. Now what the mainstream has exercised the fancy of not discussing is that many blacks have white blood runnin’ through their veins – although for the most part not by choice (that’s neither here nor there, it’s history). And in addition to Caucasian ancestry, many blacks have native, indigenous blood runnin’ through them too. And although, many blacks are are aware of this miscegenation in their family tree, this country forbade them from acknowledging who they were. So, now the one thing that sets blacks apart— albeit skin color-- will not nor should be expected to be dismissed or diminished of its inherent value since the President-Elect is being openly acknowledged by the mainstream media as black. Many of us already know several US presidents who had negroid blood runnin’ through their veins (but again, it’s neither or here nor there, it's history).

So, Marie you accurately state, "Progress has outpaced vocabulary."interesting observation. Although, lets not forget progress has a subjective quality. So, yes the President-Elect’s historic presidential candidacy is progress, yet I’m sure you and I can have a lively debate about whether we’ve moved a foot or mile. Many black folks would challenge you on the progress made in American society. Let’s see many of us ain’t feelin’ the criminal justice system, labor statistics, media/Hollywood diversity. The other day when I was in the grocery story at the checkout counter 20 magazines were within my reach only 3 had black women on the cover and if you control for black ownership of magazines than none of the magazines featured a black women on the cover. Progress? Be careful what you say Marie. In the world of high-fashion, there’s a black-out of models. Progress?

Marie, clearly you missed the interview with the Greta van Sustern and the President-Elect as a presidential contender when he reminds Ms. van Sustern that race is still relevant in the United States, because upon departure he was fully aware nary one cabbie would stop for him New York City. Progress? Marie, race is still a salient factor of the American experience. And as that realization torments you rest assured, it torments us too. If you thought Americans could reconcile 4 centuries as a cliff note in the history books due to this historic election – your naivete has got the best of you.

Black folks we’ve got to be a bit more audible and visible when the mainstream tries to hurl these packaged soundbites. White folks we understand your hastiness to run away from the dark passages from American history, but check with us first – so we can keep it real wit’ cha!

cheers,

Bellini

He ran a Boston.

He gave it all he got, and he won big.

It was Michelle who reminded urban radio this can’t be close—we’ve got to win! And win he did. The folks who had ulcers, anxiety, and other ailments because they couldn’t figure out the outcome nor the magnitude of election day. The little kids jumped up down and said “Ma, he won New Hampshire!”

He’s rearranged the American map. He's created the chapter on how American campaigns are run in the 21st century. You engage the disengaged. You leave nothing to chance! He encroached on McCain’s territory in the Southwest. Unheard of. The birth of the Confederacy, Jim Crow states – the states Abe fought secession. Blacks knew what time it was. Latinos understood the bigger picture. And they said Black and Brown would never get it together?

There's no recount, no Supreme Court decision, it's American history. We can share the story with our grandchildren. Jesse crying like a baby--because MLK's dream was real. Martin, Malcolm, Medger, Marcus and others are forever remembered. No death was in vain nor forgotten.

My friend Kathy said it felt like New Year’s EVE. She’s calling Mississippi, giving her parents a state by state analysis of what's happening. “Mom and Dad he won Ohio! He’ll be the next president.”

In Spain, they aired our election and didn’t televise futbol.

My God, the world was watching and we didin’t disappoint.

In Ghana, Kenya, South Africa—the African continent prays.

Do you get it?!?

He’s not part of a political scion, wife didn’t come from money. He’s bucked every political myth.

Hard work, sweat, and perseverance—that’s it.
Nothing less, nothing more.

I spoke with Philly, and we reminisced about being in class and kids sharing their what I want to be stories. And how we can’t laugh, dream, or chide the aspiration. It’s real.

Kathy keeps reminding me we’ve got to ride these boys—their future is theirs. Did you see Barack kiss his daughter Sasha, and Sasha returned the kiss back? That wasn’t scripted or staged. It’s real…

I was in a vacuum, driving home from the election party. Folks in the city honking horns, praising him, brothas poppin’ bottles. I didn’t get the chill up my spine until the First Family Elect walked out to Grant Park. And it was another 2 hours later, when the tears strolled down my face because the American papers had their headlines. “Mr. President”, “Oh, Baby!” whoo Lawd

It was Amaretto, who sent the text – “praise him.” I phone Rum Punch and said save me a spot in the pews—Bellini’s going to church and if you know me this is rare. I reserve it for christenings, weddings, and other celebrations.
But a celebration it is, so I must go and get lifted!

So, these are the juxtaposition of my thoughts and emotions.

cheers