Archive | January, 2008

The Clintons: Bill Loses His Ghetto Pass & Hillary Proves She’s Doesn’t Care What’s Best for the Nation

29 Jan

 

During the 1990s, Bill Clinton was given an honor that few people outside of the hood ever get—a ghetto pass. The hood is a place that respects its own, and it’s extremely hard for those outside of the hood to build up the rapport to come, go, and associate as you please. I mean there are numerous established and respectable African Americans who don’t have a ghetto pass and will never be given one—namely Bill Cosby and Oprah Winfrey. As difficult as it is to obtain a ghetto pass, good ole Bill got one and then went and screwed it up by playing southern politics and making ridiculous comments in an effort to incite an southern race riot at the polls.

 

I am a diehard Obama supporter—no doubt, but I have always had the upmost respect for the Clintons. I embraced Bill and accepted him as “the first black President” not because he played with weed (because you know he didn’t inhale) and cheated on his wife. I loved Bill because he was the only candidate I’d ever seen actively embrace the African-American community. I watched him blow the hell out of the sax on Arsenio Hall while wearing his shades and listened as he spoke from the pulpits of black churches throughout the country. I even watched Will Smith rap at his inauguration on the Disney Channel. Bill Clinton was my President, so I defended him went the right-wing attack dogs started the whole Monica Lewinsky scandal. I mean that was between him and Hillary, and America had absolutely no business in their bedroom. And when he came to my church for the funeral of Coretta Scott King and paraded Hills on stage in preparation for her presidential run, I, along with the rest of the congregation, stood and cheered with pride and admiration.

 

I have held Bill Clinton down for the past 18 years, so it pains me to lose so much respect for him. I know longer view him as the admirable President of this great nation. Instead, I see him as a desperate husband trying to extend his legacy through his wife, even if he has to taint and destroy his legacy to ensure she gets her shot at the presidency. I see him as an angry campaigner who really can’t handle the heat and often blows his fuse by turning red as he chastises reporters while waving his finger in their faces. I see him as a frustrated politician willing to throw out the race card and then hide his hands like he never touched it—all while remarking that “Hillary can’t win here because 50% of the voters are black” and “Jessie Jackson won South Carolina in 84 and 88” as if the black vote can be so easily dismissed or black voters are dumb followers who vote by race and nothing else. Why didn’t you bring up the fact that Al Sharpton didn’t win South Carolina in ’04, Mr. President? Or that Jessie Jackson won South Carolina when the state held caucuses and not primaries. Or the fact that he blew Hillary out the water in Iowa a state where blacks make up around 3% of the population. I guess that would’ve thrown a monkey wrench in his theory, huh?

 

As my republican friend and I discussed how many times good ole Bill had put his foot in his mouth over the past 2 weeks, she laughed and said, “I told you, Kia. Bill Clinton is the worst kind of white man—the kind who smiles and is happy with black folks as long as they do what they’re told, but once they decide to think independently he wants to public chastise and dismiss them.”

 

I sat silently. For the first time in 8 years of political discussions, I sat quietly with nothing to say. Bill Clinton had just proven himself to be that kind of white man. I guess Massa ain’t too pleased wit de way we been actin in South Carolina.

 

On to Hillary

For the last 18 years I’ve heard people spew awful statements about Hillary Clinton, and I never quite understood why. She seemed to be a strong and driven woman of her own regard, and I very much respected the fact that during a time when she should’ve been publically humiliated, she stood solid and continued to support her husband. I wrote off the comments as patriarchal men afraid of a powerful, driven woman. However, over the past month my opinion of her has completely changed.

 

Vowing for the Democratic nomination for President, Hillary has repeatedly touted that she could spearhead bi-partisan leadership as President. However, my question to her would be, how in the hell can you work on bi-partisan projects and do what’s best for the country when you can’t even put what’s best for your party over what is in your best personal interest.

 

Over the past week, numerous higher ups in the Democratic party (i.e. Ted Kennedy, Howard Dean, etc.) have called the Clinton campaign and told them to shut up with their racial rhetoric and negative campaigning because it’s bad for the party. Many undecided voters and Obama supporters have vowed not to vote for Hillary even if she were to win the Democratic nomination because of all of the awful campaign tactics her camp has used in the past 3 weeks. However, her clique has continued. And with absolutely no cross over or independent appeal, she needs every democratic vote she can get if she plans on winning in November.

 

At the end of the day, how can America really trust Billary to do what’s best for the country when they can’t even put what’s best for their party over their personal interest? How can the African-American community trust and/or vote for the Clintons after hearing the overwhelmingly belittling statements they’ve made over the past 2-3 weeks?

 

I watched Ted Kennedy plead for democrats to support who ever the nominee is come November. I heard him, but I shole the hell wasn’t listening. Come November, if Hillary is the nominee (which she won’t be), I refuse to vote for her. Bloomberg, Edwards, McCain, and Huckabee all will get my vote before she does. Hell if she ran for head trash dumper of Dekalb County Georgia, she wouldn’t get my vote. I’m done.

 

Like Al Sharpton said (I never thought I would agree with him) I don’t Uncle Tom for anyone, and as much of a Blue Blood Democrat as I am, I refuse to EVER vote for someone who doesn’t have my best interest at heart. I will never sacrifice my community and my people for my party, and I pray the Democratic National Committee is taking note.

 

I don’t play racial politics at all (I refuse to even bring up race unless it is absolutely necessary), but I refuse to be played as well. I refuse to have the Clintons (because they are running together) disrespect me, my community, and my history just because we’re not blindly jumping on the Clinton bandwagon. I’ve never been this disgusted in my life—even by those who play Karl Rovian politics. At least you expect it to come from Rove and his clan. I guess momma was right when she said everything that glitters ain’t gold. After 18 years of glitter, the Clintons have proven to be nothing more than fool’s gold—and we all know who the fools in the equation are.

 

Shouts Out to John for the inspiration and the title (“Bill Clinton done lost his ghetto pass”) and Adrianna for being the Republican to silence me, lol. I love my friends. They are such nerds, in a good way.

 

Obama’s Top 10 Campaign Promises

25 Jan

Ed Schultz: Bill Clinton is Lying

24 Jan

(un)Abandon

24 Jan

What do you do when you feel you’ve been abandoned by the one Person you could trust with everything? What do you do when the One you loved, trusted, and put first seems to forget you exist? That’s where I am now. I’m asking God why?

God, why have you left me? Why did you abandon me? You told me you had this situation. You told me I would win. You told me there would be one and then I was up next. I stood through that one, and when I couldn’t stand, and sat, and when that got to be too much, and laid in the fetal position and cried. But I never moved.

Why did You lie to me, God? Why did You leave me? Why, when I know You are well able, are You not fixing this situation?

You said if I cried out that you would rescue me. But it seems my cries, screams, and bawls have fallen on deaf ears.

You know how bad I hurt. You know I’m dying on the inside. Yet you sit back and do nothing, but watch me die inside and out.

I trusted you when I could trust no one else. I trusted you when I didn’t trust myself. I followed you blindly and look where I ended up. I’ve loved you, rebuked devils, and walked away, and here I stand—alone, and so far from where You promised me.

The only reason I stood through all the hurts, over all the years is because you said I would win. I showed me a promise, a vision, and I grabbed hold and ran with it. Now, here I am feeling on the inside like I am so close. But that part of me that connects to You is dying.

Emotions

24 Jan

I’m really trying to erase you, but you keep coming into my mind. Why can’t our situation be simple, or at least less complicated? One moment I hate you and want you to die. You not existing would make my life easier. But the next I miss you and need you in my world. Confusing, right? Most often, I’m confused. How could something so good, so promising, so open, honest, and genuine appear to go so wrong? Then the fear arises again. What’s going to happen next? How will you hurt me this time? For me to be ok, I must hate you, but to …

Reality

19 Jan

Imagine fearing and avoiding a situation for months, even years, and then suddenly being forced to deal with it head on. You would think it would hurt. Surprisingly, it didn’t. To face this reality, I had to dig deep in emotional baggage, and I was afraid that dealing with all that emotion in “public” would break me down. But it didn’t. Talking through what I had been contemplating for months, even years, actually made me feel better. It was a release. I was letting go of so many feelings, conflicting emotions, and dominating thoughts, and I could literally feel weight lifting off of me. At the end of the day, everything didn’t play out the way I would’ve dreamed, but I was able to walk away with my dignity and self-respect still intact.

What did hurt me is that when I walked away, I appeared to be ages away from where God had showed me all of this would end. That’s what’s most frustrating about this entire situation. I know what God’s showed me. Even in moments when I’ve wanted to give up and walk away, it was God’s vision that kept me standing, waiting, hoping. But after soooo much time, I’m truly tired. I weary. And even knowing how great the end is going to be, I’m ready to give up and walk away. I know the Bible says Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up (Galatians 6:9), but I’m too tired to keep on. I just don’t wanna. The only thing that keeps me from walking away with my head down in defeat is fear.

I’m deadly afraid of walking away from God. As much as I’m tired of staying and going around this damn mountain a kazillion times, I’m more afraid of giving up on God. To walk away would equate to me saying God’s not able to do what He promised me. And I know that’s not true. I know God’s able. I just don’t know if I’m able to not faint.

When I first started on this journey, I told God that I would stay on this path as long as He gave me the strength. I’M JUST SO FREAKING TIRED. I HAVEN’T ALWAYS DONE RIGHT, BUT GOD KNOWS I’VE ALWAYS TRIED MY BEST TO PLEASE HIM IN THIS SITUATION. All too often I’ve walked away from what I wanted at the time in an effort to stay in line with what God had told and showed me. And as hard as I’ve tried it just feels like He has had my back. Now in my mind and spirit, I know this isn’t true. If I had to be honest, I can even see that God has been there for me emotional. But the reality of the situation is I’m tired. I’M JUST TIRED GOD I WANT TO MOVE ON.

I’ve heard all the crap about enjoying the journey and birthing the baby, but at this point if I could abort this bastard and still have a chance and finding happiness in life, I would do it with a second thought. My fear is if I do abort my gift from God, I will lose every chance I have at happiness and everything would be worthless.

God, I’m tired. Please, Lord, I’m begging you now—laid out on my face, snot flying beggin, PUHLEASEEEEEE don’t let this get any more difficult for me and please give me the strengthen to get through this. I don’t want to give up on You! I don’t want to give up on the vision you gave me and the dream that’s in my heart. But I don’t want to hurt like this anymore either. God, you have gotta stop my hurt!!! Please, I’m really begging You.

Def Jam Poetry – Jill Scott

19 Jan

Sister’s can you hear it!!!!

Tired

18 Jan

I’m tired. And I’m confused. I really don’t know what God is doing or why He’s doing this, but I’m still here. I don’t want to be here. But I trust God.

Honestly, if God was a man, I would straight cuss Him out and be done with it. But He’s not. He’s God. And I trust Him with this. I trust Him when I can’t see Him. This is a new season. Not the same crap as in the past. Old things have passed away.

I’m going to be ok. God’s got me.

 

Muah!!!

We Win!!!

17 Jan

I love my girls, but sometimes I think we are the biggest group of nerds ever. I mean, we sit around and talk about politics, the environment, religion, education, and the problems in society like most people talk about movies and music. I mean seriously. I’m not sure if it’s because we’re old (is 26 really old???) or because of the schools we went to, but 95% of our conversations get super intellectual.

Yesterday I was having one of those conversations with my old roommate, and we started discussing the fact that the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) has approved the sale of meat that comes from the offsprings of cloned animals, and they are not requiring these foods to be labeled (yeah, I would start writing my U.S. representatives now). The discussion then went to the rate science and society grow and develop. By the end of the conversation, I told my friend, “See, stuff like this makes me not want to have kids.”

She replied, “But isn’t that the unchristian thing to do?” She went on to talk about how we have to be the standard for society, etc.

“Yes, you’re right,” I said. “It’s just I don’t mind standing on faith and fighting these battles, but as a mother, I don’t want my kids and grandkids to have to deal with these issues.”

After we ended our conversation, I continued to ponder the subject. I love kids, and I want to have a lot of them—five to be exact (too many?). But I will do anything not to see them suffer or have to fight. Then the lyrics of an Israel & Newbreed song we sang at church came to mind: “We are victorious, we are victorious, we are, we are.” (I can hear Ms. Latoya sang it now, lol).

I once heard a minister say, “The beautiful thing about the Bible is that it shows us at the end, WE WIN!!!”

Life is going to have its hard times, and it’s easy to be bogged down with the troubles we encounter. However, at the end of the day, we must remember WE WIN!!! Rather it’s money troubles, relationship problems, family problems, or facing the devil face-to-face, WE WIN!!!

God’s word says that the righteous are never forsaken, and at that moment yesterday, I knew God was showing me the importance of instilling these principles in my kids and grandkids, so they will not cave. They have to be empowered to stand and fight God’s battles like we are. If we succeed but don’t pass the principles and knowledge down to the following generations, we’ve failed. (That’s what happened after the civil rights movement, but that’s another story).

As I end today, remember, no matter what you’re going through or how bad life or this world gets, YOU WIN!!!

Scripture References:

–I have been young, and now am old; yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his descendants begging bread (Psalm 37:25, NKJV).

–And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren. Moreover whom He predestined, these He also called; whom He called, these He also justified; and whom He justified, these He also glorified (Romans 8:28-30, NKJV).

 

BTW, yesterday my son prayed for our family before bedtime. He prayed that our family continues to get stronger and stronger from one generation to the next. Coincidence??? I think not.

Interesting!!! New Hampshire Recount???

11 Jan

Kucinich asks for New Hampshire recount in the interest of election integrity

DETROIT, MI – Democratic Presidential candidate Dennis Kucinich, the most outspoken advocate in the Presidential field and in Congress for election integrity, paper-ballot elections, and campaign finance reform, has sent a letter to the New Hampshire Secretary of State asking for a recount of Tuesday’s election because of “unexplained disparities between hand-counted ballots and machine-counted ballots.”

http://www.dennis4president.com/go/homepage-items/kucinich-asks-for-new-hampshire-recount-in-the-interest-of-election-integrity/