EBOLA Without Warning

Part One

EBOLA brings it back . . . strolling with the crowd that sunlight afternoon in June of 2003 . . . Old Town San Diego in Historic Park.  Stern eyes in white faces looked in my driection, but could not see me.  They stared from the walls of the first public school, general store, dentist office, saloon, and court house, evidencing the foundation of modern San Diego, California.

Words intruded as if they pulled on boots and strapped on guns for some "heart to heart."  They rode hard on that day's front-page story in the local newspaper.  A black man on a motorcycle, chashed by a cop's car, crashed into a building and died on impact.   A mob of blacks  blamed the white cop for the black's death.  They rioted, burning the homes of blacks.  A picture of two black teenagers in XL white T-shirts standing near the smolderig ashes of one of the homes covered half the front page.

A black man interviewed in the story complained:  "They rioted out of frustration of no jobs."  . . . a decades-old excuse pulled out and "dusted off" whenever blacks rioted.  Pictures of thousands of blacks in cap and gown graduating with business degrees for generations from colleges and universities instantly annoyed me.  Where were the the black businesses to employ black people as other cultural groups created jobs to provide work for their people?  We didn't have a  culture that encouraged us to create businesses as one of its features.  In fact did we have a culture or just a subculture of inferior imitations of features from Anglo culture?  June 19th, just three days away, known as JUNTEENTH and celebrated for over a  hundred years by blacks in certain regions of the country as the date of our ancestors emancipation from slavery . . . still haven't created a culture; still glorifying the identities of the Anglos, Spaniards, French, Portuguese, and Arabs.
TO BE CONTINUED.