We discussed yesterday the smart way Donald Trump is responding to race-baiters. That response is appropriate to attempts to shut up others politically with the toxic shout of “racist”.
There is another type of race-baiting designed to appeal emotionally to white liberal guilt and to African-Americans who are less and less enamored with Barack Obama. Here is an example of that type of emotional race-baiting:
“The worst part of it all wasn’t that we had to listen to Donald Trump’s narcissistic ramblings or watch his bad hair flapping in the wind. It was that my president, our president, had to stand in front of the world and justify his right to be in the White House..
And Trump’s assault on the president’s integrity hasn’t stopped. He now questions the president’s academic standing and worthiness to have been accepted into Ivy League Schools like Columbia and Harvard law.
Worse than all of this, was that just like the late baseball legend Jackie Robinson before him, President Obama has to put up with the insults, lunacy, and outright bigotry with a smile. He can’t lose his cool because he is the first. He must handle himself with grace and class or the next black candidate for president won’t stand a chance.
For many of us who are educated African-Americans of a new generation, we get it. We live it. We know what it feels like to be the first in our firms, corporations, universities, or industries. We know coded race talk when we see it. We know what it feels like to be delegitimized, and questioned, stared down in a funny way regardless of the accolades and laurels of our degrees or achievements.
And we hurt for the president yesterday.
We tweeted and Facebooked, texted and emailed in total shock and awe. I think it took a good five minutes for my younger brother, a minister, and my mom to calm me down on the phone as I was yelling at the top of my lungs about how appalled I was that the president of the United States was being treated in such a shameful manner. I truly felt off center — like I had personally been kicked. Once we stopped and prayed, I was able to put pen to paper and begin to write down my thoughts.”
How can anyone respond to such well-crafted emotional blackmail? And that is all it is, emotional blackmail. The emotional blackmail is “you are hurting me when you do not politically support the person I support so shut up.” The only way to respond to politically motivated emotional blackmailers, presumably they are of adult age though they try to dodge adult responsibility, is to confront them with facts. Confront the emotional blackmail race-baiters with cold, brutal, unyielding, uncompromising, slap-in-the-face, FACTS.
“… Many of the groups that Obama needs to turn out most enthusiastically in 2012—particularly young people, African-Americans, and Latinos—are still suffering the most as the economy crawls back from the Great Recession. That dynamic looms like a crack in the foundation for Obama’s reelection, which relies on those groups surging to the polls in 2012 after their participation sagged even more than usual in the 2010 midterms.
The continued strain on the groups at the core of Obama’s coalition underscores the political stakes in his recent turn toward deficit reduction. [snip]
To Borosage and like-minded critics, that means Obama is consigning himself to relatively high levels of unemployment in 2012. The risk is especially great among the groups that Obama most needs to mobilize. In the latest federal figures, unemployment stood at 15.5 percent among African–Americans, 13.4 percent among young people, and 11.9 percent among Latinos. In each case, those figures are down since January but still higher than when Obama took office—and considerably higher than among whites (8.3 percent).”
Those are facts. Not emotional blackmail, those are facts. The gentry white liberals and intellectuals who mock the White Working Class for supposedly voting against their interests, in such books as “What’s the Matter With Kansas,” do not dare slap African-Americans and gentry whites and young people with the facts.
What’s the matter with YOU Barack Obama apologists? Why do you support your oppressor? Those are the FACTS. The ugly, brutal, facts:
KeShawn noted Mike's "New cell phone" and noted he (KeShawn) has an android (Samsung) and wondered what kind of phone I had?
I have an iPhone.
I wouldn't but this is provided by the job.
What I will say in favor of the iPhone is that the camera on it is incredible. The pictures are vivid -- both on the screen of the phone and when you print them up.
I could do without it.
I could especially do without the news that they are tracking you at Apple. And when the phone's provided by your work, tracking is another reason to be paranoid.
I also don't care for lost calls. Maybe it's the area (Bay Area) but I am dropping calls fairly often. I didn't have that problem with the phone prior but our company switched from Sprint. I'm sure they got a better deal. But with Sprint as the carrier, I was not dropping calls.
Of course, if it worried me too much, I could always get a phone for private use.
C.I. and Ava have several cell phones, for example. I know they both carry -- in their purses -- three at a time, minimum. I just couldn't. I'd get confused even if I programmed different ring tones the way they do.
(They have a general line, a friend line and a hot line. Those are the three they always carry.)
I text my sons and my daughter. The texting works fine on the iPhone.
If we were in Georgia, they wouldn't have phones, I'll be honest. But I don't want to be the McKays or Walshes or whatever the parents' names were on 90210. Brenda and Brandon's parents.
Their friends have phones so they have phones. (They have it with Sprint and I pay for them. I chose Sprint because I never had a problem with it when we used it at work.)
I don't see that as spoiling them, before anyone asks. I see that as putting them on the same playing field as their friends.
In Georgia, I've checked with my sisters to be sure it hasn't changed, a cell is a 'must' by late middle school early high school. My daughter's not even out elementary. But things are different out here.
The kids love it. I don't just mean the cell phones. They do love their cells. But they love it out here. They miss their grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins but they see this as home now. Since the economy hasn't gotten better, there's little chance that we'll be moving back to Georgia.
I am so lucky my father talked me into taking the promotion. Back then, the company seemed so much stronger. And I thought I would have all these opportunities in Georgia. So I was saying no to the promotion. My father was the one who said to go to California, that opportunities like this didn't come along very often. He even called C.I. and asked her if I could stay here. I only found out about that after wards. And that was one of the things that changed my mind. I knew the kids would be around Dona, Jim, Ty and Jess and that would give them a family setting. (They're around C.I. as well -- but C.I.'s only home on the weekends -- and my daughter thinks no one plays Barbies like C.I.) They'd never lived anywhere but my home in Georgia and the idea of uprooting them and dragging them to California . . .
But if I hadn't taken the promotion, I'd be out of work today. All of my friends back in Georgia are. They laid off and laid off and it's really just a skeletal crew in Atlanta now.
So that's how life works out. And we'll probably be out here long enough for at least my oldest son to graduate high school. And I've got a job and we've got great friends. So call it a happy ending.
"Iraq snapshot" (The Common Ills):