"SPARE ME, some mumbled

President Obama said in his speech, 7-19-13, speaking of black youths and their attitude toward race: " . . . they're better than we were on these issues.  And that's true every community that I've visited all across the country."

"What!  These low-down, shallow, ignorant, hypocritical snots!"  That was what the refugee from the "shootin' 'n' 'lootin' " 1960s said back to the TV.  He had watched programs on TV all that morning, hearing "black" leaders and "activists" express concern over black men committing violence and being "unjustly" sent to jails and prisons.  Now he stood tall, broad-shouldered behind a podium, his dark eyes flashing at over a thousand people.  He told them to look within themselves and ask if they believed that all people could lie, steal, rob, rape, murder -- could do wrong; would they consider themselves civilized or intelligent if they charged into stores and threw merchandise from shelves to the floor, then chose whatever they wanted and walked out with it?  Wouldn't they feel that they must have created some negative image that cause women to grip their purses and people to click the locks on their car doors when they, as black men, passed near?  Would they feel that they were better at handling issues involving blacks if t hey took a word that was used to disparage blacks, changed the "er" ending to "a," -- the sound of the word remaining the same -- and went rapping it all over the world just to make a buck?

"Wouldn't you think that you must have been blatant with your 'boosting' in stores to support your alcohol and druge addiction for a store clerk to follow you about when you entered a store?  If you were civilized wouldn't you know that you were wrong when you did 'drive-by' shootings into crowdes, killing innocent men, women, and children?  Are you so dense that you don't know that you're not going to the core of the problem when after fifty years your 'leaders' and 'activists' are calling on you for more marching and conferences to attack a justice system that they claim is rigged against black men causing violence.

" 'These black men are violent because they need jobs,' the same centuries-old crutch your 'leaders' and 'activists' spout.  Okay, what job skills do you have?  What is your education level?  Weekly we see documentary films from  prisons of black men acting like emotional children, out of  control.  Have you ever thought of looking at that mess you call black culture, that keeps you honoring sports over education . . . ."

He said these things to them that day and many left mumbling sarcastically, "Spare me, please . . . ."

Style, Poise, And Grace

For one heartfelt, shining, fullfilling moment there was no sight or thought of millions of half-naked, dirty, hungry, diseased, illiterate, bulging bellied, empty-eyed beggers coming to us on the screen; there was no barbaric whooping hollering of multitudes of rag-tag natives slapping native drums, thrusting Stone Aged spears and clubs and flat, bare, dirty feet at the sky as they turned flips celebrating who knows what or what anybody but they themselves cared about.

No where were there scenes of apolitical, unruly hordes racing, walking -- hungry and dying of thirst -- crossing a blistering hot desert to climb a dauntingly high foreboding wooden fence to escape into the United States from the social struggle in  their countries; no scenes of tunnels discovered where they crawled beneath the frontier that separated them from cheap-labor jobs in the United States, leaving their people struggling alone to change their jobless, corrupt, narcotrafficking societies.

Their were no smoking, burning, bleeding bodies of men, women, and children weeping and staggering and dying in war-torn, smoldering streets with bombed-out houses, mosques, cars and buses and trains by angry, hate-filled terrorists.

For one heartfelt, shining, fullfilling, peaceful moment on this earth, millions of us throughout the world had our eyes, mind, and heart anticipating the opening of two doors at a hospital in England to introduce to the world a man and a woman with a newborn child, a child king, innocent and pure; and the doors opened and the man and woman stepped out with the child wrapped in small blankets, and they did it with style, smooth smiles, and poise and grace befitting the culture of their race.

Fudging Jurors?

Where do we come from as jurors?  We certainly don't come from the moon.  The moon is made of cheese, and eating all that cheese we'd be too constipated and too uncomfortable to think clearly.  Do we come from the racist countries in this Hemisphere where "blacks" were enslaved and "blacks" have been made afraid to talk about racism?

We come from the U.S.A. where over a 150 years ago more than a million lives were brutally slaughtered in a hate-spewing war against slavery, and racism has always been openly discussed; where, on city buses and all forms of public transportation, we're still -- in the 21st century -- so conscious of each other's racial differences and racial views that "blacks" try to avoid sitting beside anyone who looks white, Asian, or Hispanic; anyone who looks white, Asian, or Hispanic trys to avoid sitting beside anyone who looks "black."  And deciding whom we want or not want to sit beside -- for whatever reason -- is our right.

But the moment we -- as whites, blacks, Asians, Hispanics, or any creature resembling a Homo Sapien -- are called to sit on a jury thoughts on race -- even the very word "race" -- miraculously vanishes from our mind and we say, "Oh, race was not a factor in this trial.  I don't see race or color.  I just see humans."

Yeah, right.  And, of course, there has never been a racist thought in any of us anywhere on this earth, especially in Florida.

Europeans and Arabs

Europeans and Arabs, adventurous warriors, for centuries swooped into foreign lands conquering and colonizing.  And thanks to them, millions  upon millions of people exist today -- and have families -- that would not have walked this planet revolving in space.

We hear "black" this and "Hispanic" that from some of these people on this planet, but do these people ever consider that they wouldn't even have a name or a language or a religion were it not for Europeans (whites) and Arabs?  We are told by "blacks" that there is a "black" culture, but where is it?  Placing the word "black" before features taken from the culture of whites ("black" English, "black" Christmas, "black"
Christianity, etc.) creates nothing but an inferior carbon-copy culture, known primarily for producing basketball and football players, but no Nobel Prize winners in science, medicine, chemistry,technology.

Do "blacks" in "Hispanic" countries call themselves "Hispanics"?  They are not off-springs of Conquistadores and Indian women.  We consider this because the uproar over the recent trial of George Zimmerman has provoked a national discussion about "race in America."  There is no Hispanic race, so which of the five races, white, black, red, yellow, and brown, do the "Hispanics", looking like Indians, Afrikans, and Asians, in the Americas belong to?  Do the Chiapanecos in Chiapas, Mexico call themselves "Hispanics?"

Once we know which race people identify with and why, we'll know what it takes to communicate with them or to silence them and end this running racial conflict.  Most people in these sub-racial, Stone Age, confusing, subcultures live in a state between low-intelligence and no-intelligence. 

Luck of the Draw?

These two voices were heard from a cloud over Sanford, Florida, then floated all over the world.

"Hey, they look different from each other," one said.  "Their hair is different; the color of their skin is different; some, especially the women of a certain color, have body-parts more symmetrical than women of other colors . . ."

"And haven't you read that some have a history of bows and arrows and others are associated with spears and knives; and still others have a history of pulling the trigger on long tubes and fireworks come out of one end and people fall over."

"Yeah, and haven't you noticed that those of the same color generally 'hang out' together, though they often turn on each other, going to war, killing each other?"

"Yes, and many -- looking alike -- and warring and killing each other with bows and arrows and spears and knives got Jap-slapped by some guys -- looking alike -- with those barrels causing fireworks and bodies falling . . ."

"Yeah, and the people with bows and arrows and spears and knives screamed:  'Hey, boss, give us some of dem thundering barrels and we give you some of us for slaves."

"And now there's this kid who just got killed by that guy who doesn't look like him and everybody recognizes that difference . . ."

"And these two guys involved in this case represent two groups that have been in conflict for centuries."

"And there're people charging that the difference in color of these two guys -- the man and the unarmed kid he shot and killed -- is noticed only because some left-leaning people pointed it out."

"And all these news commenters grinning and and laughing -- and getting wealthy discussing . . ."

"By the way, one commentator said: 'The man didn't mean to kill the kid when he shot him.'  The woman who said this was grinning, her God-given woolen hair hidden under a lank-haired wig.  In other words the man just shot the kid in the heart to scare him.  How'd you like to have her for a juror?"

"I guess it's the luck of the draw."

GR-r-r-r-r-r

Take for example a police officer was driving down this side street and saw these two guys punching and kicking the hell out of each other.  He screeched  his patrol car to a stop, grabbed his club, jumped from the car, and when he was a foot from the guys he blew his whistle near their heads and they jumped around, both growling:  "GR-r-r-r-r. . ."

"Why'd you do that?" the one nearest to the officer asked.
"To stop you guys from 'going at it'," the officer said.
"We weren't 'going at it'," the other guy said.  "In our culture that's the way we discuss things."
"But don't you people have laws?" the officer asked.
"We don't use laws -- dead words -- to try to hide what is in our hearts and minds," the nearest one said.  "Deep down in us, anger and hatred drives us to grind our teeth in joy at the thought of seeing our enemies' bodies -- men, women, and children -- flying through the air from exploding buildings and planes and trains and houses and palaces and castles and villages and towns and nations and the world -- even if it means self-destructing with them --!"
"That's nuts," the officer said.
"We can discuss it," the man nearest to him boasted and threw a straight right-hand at the officer's jaw, but the officer ducked and kicked the man's legs from under him and popped the man's head with his club as he was falling to the ground.
"Me no discuss," the other man said, backing up.

The other, lying in the dirt, looked up, giggled, and said, "Peace, brother . . ."