As thug love and group think squeeze the sense out of Black and liberal culture ( often one in the same since we’re little more than a leftist colony ), it’s worth stating what should be a self-evident truth:
” Just Because You’re Black Doesn’t Make Us Brothers!, ” is a view I’ve trumpeted since the late 1980s made it crystal clear the divide between decent Black people and those I call, chocolate Klansmen.
This stance means I don’t lend aid and comfort to the Black-Thug-of-The-Moment on local news or ones who ( usually posthumously ) make the big time and go viral!
As a Generation Xer, I actually had the bittersweet pleasure of growing up in a Black community which didn’t worship street thugs, gangs and now, even foreign terrorists. Imagine the irony of today’s pro-crime stanzas of ” mass incarceration ” and ” New Jim Crow ” regarding crack dealers, trigger happy and otherwise, when it was revealed that from the late 1960s forward, members of the Black community called for what is now known as federal mandatory minimum sentencing as heroin and then, crack, decimated the Hood from coast to coast!
Skin color alone can’t be the chief criteria for fellowship since it’s not Whites against whom the majority of my anti crime activism and security work has had to be focused. My citizen on patrol activities are targeted against the internal insurgency of chocolate Klansmen, not imaginary contingencies involving non-existent night riding Tea Partiers or Republicans invading the inner city looking for Black folks to lynch!
Every night club, urban event or individual I’ve assisted was due to internal chocolate Klan insurgency. If brotherhood was so much in vogue, there wouldn’t be the need to fortify inner city homes, special occasions, businesses. and even churches.
The number one civil rights issue for urban Black people is safety. The number one civil rights issue for urban non-Blacks is safety against marauding chocolate Klansmen! No amount of proverbial shifting blame ” across town ” for weaponized youth in our midst nor their rampages elsewhere glosses over this fact.
Too many of our single parent homes serve as launch pads for for the daily riot of violent street crime! As such, innercity zip codes are feared as places to avoid if one values his hide.
Against such a bleak backdrop, which I’ve often called an urban apocalypse, I can’t promote the fiction that just because you’re Black that makes us brothers!
Brothers of mine don’t rob, rape, murder and riot their way through society!
There you go, I am not your brother Obama and Sharpton