I found this video and these words to be interesting ( I don't fully agree with them all) but decided to blog it. I don't really care to place blame or shame on anyone, I am just glad America at large is finally forced to come face to face with itself where race is concerned. And I quote......
Which party has deeper racist roots?
April 4th, 2008 marked the fortieth anniversary of the murder of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. We have definitely made progress- well, at least some of us have.
On this momentous day Frank looks back at the evolution of the Democratic and Republican parties. Rightists try in desperation to hide their racist roots with fantasies and half-truths about the Democratic party. They paint efforts to compensate for the atrocities of slavery and discrimination that lasted in bold form until just the end of the 1960's as the opposite of what they are- racist.
We can only fantasize about the outrage and demands that a white America would make if the tables were turned. Forty acres and a mule? Ha! Many of todays white power elites cry like babies if they have to pay their taxes to the nation they claim to love so much!
One conservative was brave enough to admit the truth: "It was the liberal wing of the Democratic Party that ended segregation." --Newt Gingrich
The water is running, TV blasting and the radio plays a band. And if there is anything else that will make some noise it's a plan But mama's not crazy, she just forget things!
She has many clothes, but wears the same dress, everyday of the week. And declares she ain't got nothing to wear, cause we stolen all her clothes while she was asleep! But mama's not crazy, she just forget things!
She rides the community center bus, each day they pick her up at ten. They bring her home at two, and the rest of the evening she ask me a thousand times,. has she been. But mama's not crazy, she just forget things!
Some days they come she's not ready cause she's talking on the phone line. Telling anyone that will listen, that we've taken her for every dime! But mama's not crazy, she just forget things!
"Everybody thinks you're crazy" is her main thing to say! But she will ask a thousand times, where are we, and what is today? But mama's not crazy, she just forget things!
One day she put all the pots on the stove a blazing! Burned up the pots to a smelly crisp, then looked at me, amazing! But mama's not crazy, she just forget things!
At her constant request I take her to the store. Just like a child, from isle to isle the moment we hit the door! But mama's not crazy, she just forget things!
She picks out all these childish things, paint brushes, pencils, a rubber eye! And sits them on the checkout counter and waits for me to buy! But mama's not crazy, she just forget things!
When we get home three hours later she has forgotten where she put them. She begins to declare with all her heart that one of us has took them! But mama's not crazy, she just forget things!
As day turns into night, she goes to bed and say, I need my beauty rest for tomorrow is another day! Now if you believe that mama's not crazy, then you are crazy too! Cause only someone out of their mind, would do what mama do! But,.......... Mama's not crazy, she just forget things!
As I awake early and lay in my bed, I wrestled with all of these thoughts in my head.
The why, the how,the what, the who, What Oh Lord, am I suppose to do!
Then I listen for the sweet soft voice of the gentle man, the inner man,who took the place of the sinner man.
Hold still now child, collect yourself and breath. Then,.. he speaks to my heart the words within.
Every woman's man has to someday, in some way, take his own hand,make his own stand, and find his own path,his voice, his own words to say.
Dig deep into your being to find yourself. Turn over ever stone, every cell, every organ, until nothing is left!
Find your very soul, the part you can feel so deep inside, until it makes your eyes cry, a river of wet, sweat and tears, cry until all your fears have been released and they cease to exist.
Cry until they no longer hold any power over you, until they no longer need to.
Then and only then will you be able to clearly see your destiny. The place in time where you were born to be!
The place in time and space, where you have fullness of grace. That breaths that smell so sweetness, as it rolls off your lips, and moves your hips, at the same time.
Then and only then, is when and only when, the pure and free meet soul to soul. And boast of the things you feel, the things you see, the things that are real.
Then and only then will your life have the truest meaning of time. The deepest meaning of your mind. The center of your universe. It can't be learned, taught, or rehearshed. It is a gift.
It only comes when you yeild your very being to know your truest meaning. It is infact the ultimate cleansing of your soul, For then and only then will you meet your truest goal-- of time. Then and only then will you truly know-- your own mind.
And once you find this place, you can begin to walk slowly,and smell the roses, no longer must you race, or strive at a swift pace. Because you have finally come face to face, with yourself!
Then the outer you meets the inner you, and become one. And yes, life and getting there was suppose to be half the fun. It was in the beginning a gift from the father and the son. And once you reach that place your greatest journey has just begun.
Before we were slaves, we were kings and queens ruling countries and deciding the fate of others. With no credit given to the ancestors. Their awesome efforts and contributions to the world at large. I search the history, and found it all to be a mystery.
But with persistence found the truth, resting like a pearl at the bottom of the ocean. Then eyes were open and minds enlightened to the beauty, power, and wonder of a generation, gone but surely not forgotten.
Before the movies, there was the true queen, a woman of color, beauty and power. She conquered her world and saved the hour. Cleopatra was her name, and ruling was her game. Not to forget The one of riches and her story was biblically told. The Queen of sheba a woman of color wealth, riches and gold.
And just knowing the plight, and the insight of their flights, makes my life more promising and wonderfully lived in the glow of light..
For with the lives they lived and the gifts they gave, Shown forth a beekin of and the path they paved.
For me and my people,we strive as we keep the dreams alive. we have not yet arrived, but Freedom came with a price, but oh how nice it is to look back with honor and thank the ones who came before me, for their dreams, and know that before my people were slaves, we were kings and queens.
