RACIST BULLSHIT!

You know how on those cable news shows, when there is a panel of pundits discussing a certain topic, and one of the pundits says something racist without any acknowledgement of that fact from the others on the panel? Yeah, well that doesn't happen this time.



OOOOOOOH BURN!!! Republican strategist Jack Burkman get's called out not once, but twice for his racist comments during the discussion about the "uselessness" of the United States Postal Service. A white female Lawyer, Tamara Holder, and an older white male, former Republican Senator Alfonse D'Amato, both correctly identified Mr. Burkman's comments for what they truly were. The fact is that Burkman's comments, to quote Mr. D'Amato, were "Racist Bullshit!".

I've never seen racism (the subtle kind) called out on television like this before (with such forcefulness and clarity). The cherry on top for me is the fact that it is an old white guy that does the calling out in the most forceful tones. This gives me hope that when it comes to dealing with racism in America, there may be some hope for us after all (that's a huge may be).

-Noface

Restoring The White Dream!

It's a stupid question, but...ummm...where are all the black/brown/tan/yellow/red people? Ok, ok...how about an even dumber question? Where are all the smart people?

"OMG!" at the dude that was talking about how he knew how the "Indians" felt now, when asked about illegal immigration. That comment alone was worthy of a straight face followed by an extreme side eye followed by a double face palm. I can't with these people and it's too early in the week for me to have to.

-Noface

P.S Here is a clip of Glenn Beck calling President Obama a racist...



Yeah...he went there!

I MISS THE OLD HOLLYWOOD!

I miss the days when we didn't know about horrible, racist, misogynistic, sexist, and down right horrible aspects of these Hollywood actors/actresses' lives. Back then it was about selling an image (on and off screen) and everyone was in on it (studios, public relations firms, and even the media). Sure, these days Hollywood is still trying to sell that image, but it seems that everyone is no longer on the same page. These days it seems that we get to know every dirty nasty detail of the lives of our favorite celebrities which totally kills the fantasy (the only thing that Hollywood has to really offer).

Take Mel Gibson for example:



I didn't want to know that the Mad Max hates roving "packs of niggers" looking for white women who "deserve" to be raped...



I didn't want to know that Nick Marshall(the guy that's supposed to know "What Women Want") likes to beat on his woman, while she is holding their child...



I didn't want to know that William Wallace hates "wetback" babysitters and doesn't want them looking after his child...


...But now I do know, so do you (if this your first time hearing this filth, I'm sorry about that, really). What am I supposed to do with this guy (I mean as an actor/director/producer)? How can suspend disbelief with any of his past and future movies? Listen I've always suspected that Mr. Gibson had several predjudices, but I was able to enjoy his movies because the image of good guy Mel was not completely shattered

Uncle Mel isn't the only entertainer whom I found out too much about, thus ruining any enjoyment I could've had from their work (Roman Polanski, John Mayer, Robert Kelly, etc). I don't want the real person, I just want the image. I miss the old Hollywood.

-Noface

RACIAL ROLE REVERSAL!

Walk in another man's shoes
You can try wearing his skin
Look through that man's eyes
You can start by looking in
When you get to know yourself
It will be like knowing him

-Noface

Black Is What The Cops Recognize As A Threat!

What does it mean to be black? Recently, the fellow UBJ sought to stir discussion on this very question on his blog. My response to this question was that black was not a color but a state of mind (or rather a state of being) that people of my “race” are constantly in (especially in America). I believe Dubois called it the double consciousness. This state of mind is a result of how one views himself combined with how others viewed him in a mixture which can seem like a poisonous tonic at times.

I have found that in America, how one is viewed tends to hold more weight than how that person views himself. This is especially true when we are talking about how those in the dominant culture are wont to classify those in the minority culture. A prime example of this is racial profiling perpetrated by the police against the black man. If you are ever wondering about your racial make up just run afoul of some cops with racist tendencies. You’ll be sure to find out definitively.

Case in point: This article shows that yet again in this “post-racial” America, it is the police that will let you know if you’re black or not. No matter what level of education and notoriety you have, if you are a black man in a well to do neighborhood or in a well to do car (or in both), you are likely to get harassed by authorities because you fit “the description”. If Harvard Professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr. can be seen and treated like a potential threat, Pookie from across the way has NO CHANCE!

This part really got me…

Friends of Gates said he was already in his home when police arrived. He showed his driver’s license and Harvard identification card, but was handcuffed and taken into police custody for several hours last Thursday, they said.

Maybe next time he’ll have a card showing his DNA admixture results, which detail that he actually has more European admixture than African admixture. I’m sure that will clear up any confusion. Pffffft

-Noface

Cops That Give Police A Bad Name

After watching this video, I find that there are a lot of questions swirling around in my head. There is however one big query that dominates all the others. Was the Cop (Officer Powell) that stopped Ryan Moats a racist or was he just big jerk? I'm not sure which it is (perhaps he was both).

I'll say this though; Moats was pretty brave or foolhardy (which is understandable given the situation with his mother-in-law) for arguing with police officer given the hair triggers that some of these guys seem to have these days. Moats is lucky he didn't get 15 warning shots in his chest (we now know that Powell had his gun drawn). I’m just saying, two people could have died that night.


-Noface

AT FIRST GLANCE...

Take a look at this video from that ever present den of madness (no pun intended [you'll understand later]) YouTube...



After seeing that video, what was your first impression? Were you dismayed, appalled, disgusted, and/or entertained? Is this another example of black folks acting like niggers (something that we definitely do not need in this exciting yet perilous era of a new America)?

How did you feel about the young lady verbally abusing the elderly woman? Did she seem like your average hood rat acting a fool in public? Was she on drugs? Was she just another part of the criminal element terrorizing an honest law abiding citizen?

Well, before you make any further judgments on this matter, I would like for you to take a look at two other videos that are related to the one embedded above.






After seeing these two videos, have your opinions changed on the matter?

You see, I had already formulated the title of this very blog post ("Niggers in 'Post-Racial' America" if you were wondering) when I went on YouTube to search for other videos and comments in response to the first one posted above. That is when I ran across the two other videos that forced me to change my whole program and take a hard look at myself.

I was all ready to label the woman who according to her family suffers from a very real and very serious mental disorder, as a representative of every thing that is ghetto. She was even singing the Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em’s one (and hopefully only) hit “Crank Dat Soulja Boy”. It was perfect! She was the poster child of what was wrong with our urban (i.e. black) youth. I did not even consider that there may have been something deeper going on with this young woman (maybe I didn’t even want to). In my mind, the young lady was either A) Ignorant or B) on drugs, there was no option C.

Now knowing that this you lady may be suffering from Bipolar disorder, I had to rematch the first video with a new perspective and thus had to change the title of my blog in order to reflect a judgment of myself rather than a complete stranger.

To be honest, I’m glad that I was shown to be wrong and “ignorant” of what was really going before I had actually published this post. I’m really thankful that this video (oddly enough) gave me some incite on myself and how I am not above prejudging others (like everyone else), convinced that the qualities that I project on to them are the correct ones (whether I’m wrong or not).

I don’t know about you, but this Noface still needs a lot of work. Thus, I should refrain from judging others while I search out and deal with my own faults and shortcomings.

-Noface

Don't Tell Me You Didn't Hear That!

Here's the video of Sarah Palin failing to repudiate, reprimand, correct...hell...failing to lead, after one of her supporters yells out a clear racial slur during a speech at one of her rallies.

Was it just that she wasn't able to hear the supporter yelling "He's a Nigger!" or did she purposely do nothing to address that supporter's hatred born of ignorance? I have my own opinion about this matter, but I'll let you decide for yourselves.






-Noface

Barrack Is Not An Arab!

I’m glad to see that after a week of letting his supporters stew in their own ignorance and hatred, John Sidney McCain has finally grabbed the mic and said “Enough!” (not that exact word of course, but you get the picture). This week, we saw how ugly politics can get and how alive and well racism is in America. It all started with Joe Six-pack’s number one boo Sarah “Pit-bull with Lipstick” Palin (of course). Ms. Wasila ’84, began attacking Barry with the old guilt by association route. She said that he was paling around with terrorist (a reference to his limited relationship with former domestic terrorist William Ayers). After that little bombshell (for any one living under a rock for the past nine months) we saw the middle name Hussein make reappearance (a middle name meant to be as derogatory as the middle finger). While these dots were being placed to be connected (and connected they were) we saw McCain/Palin “rallies” become increasingly angry and not in the “We want change now!” kind of way. The anger had more of a “Lynch that nigger” tone to it. Indeed McCain supporters would frequently yell epitaphs, verbally assault minority members of the press, and one actually called for the assignation of good old Barry (O_o has silly season become crazy season).

This recent turn of events has everyone worried about what the footlocker McCain is doing with his campaign. Conservatives are worried that this will backfire at a time when the country wants solutions and not racism veiled in code words and catch phrases. Liberals know that this will backfire, but are worried that the crazies have come out of hiding and history will be stopped with a bullet. The rest of us just watch in awe as a campaign implodes.

But as I said before, McCain (either because of his conscience or the polls) has decided to put an end to the foolishness and set the record straight….





I’m not even angry at the old lady that thought that Obama was an Arab (as if that is the equivalent of being a Nazi or something). I find myself filled more with pity than anything else. Her ignorance has brought her nothing but fear (you can hear how terrified she is of an Obama presidency, by the tremor in her voice) and she is representative of a lot of people out there who do not know the truth about Barry (and may not want to know the truth simply because he’s black). I feel sorry for her because if my view of the future is correct and Barry does become the 44th president of the United States, she will by choice be part of what had to be overcome instead of a member of this New America that we idealists fervently believe can come to pass. She will forever be seen as the problem (thanks to YouTube) and not a part of the solution.

Now McCain could have let this elderly woman continue to wallow in her ignorance and bask in the adulation of bigots, but he instead suffered a fit of integrity and leadership and let the people at his rally know what the deal really was and how his campaign was going to be handled from that point on (we can only hope). At that moment, McCain looked more like the old maverick of 2000 instead of the “IwannabepresidentBushcopy‘08” candidate that we have seen recently. Good for you John!

MEANWHILE….

It seems like Governor Palin did abuse her authority in the firing of Public Safety Commissioner Walt Monegan (the Trooper-gate Scandal)…hmmm….seems like next week will be as exciting as last week was.

-Noface

Poetry Session #1

During one of my routine treks through the viral infested jungles of YouTube, I came across this gem of Spoken Word, spoken and heard (you like that don't you!?) from and "urban" teen to other "urban" teens, respectively.



I must say that I was profoundly impressed and inspired to sit down and spill out a little of my self to be critiqued by...no one (seeing that I don't have any subscribers yet).


STATE OF MIND

I say I’m black because of my state of mind
A state of paranoia that makes me stay with kind (mine)
You always say you’re blind, to color
Every time I hear that line, I say, “Oh brother…this mutha--“
You see, I see color, texture and tone with twenty-twenty
In my sight is the white of the lint within pockets empty
I see green on the leaves and in the weaves of money
Which don’t grow on trees, indeed it seems funny
Still I need money to make my world go round
But the world sees only black and white, and I’m brown
See that’s my color and there are others like pink, peach and tan
Like the highest yellow to a hue that seems the darkest blue (damn)
Man, when it comes to skin tone it’s well known that from dark to light
Shades of brown can be found, but there is no black or white
Because white, is the absence of and black, the fullness of
And understand that the race of man can claim none of the above
So where’s the love, which covers a multitude of sins?
Please excuse, but screw the few, when is the multitude gonna win?
Look at my skin, then look within and see the Negro in me
The brother in he and the sister in she, African-American are we (?)
If you look clearly enough and deep enough, I think you’ll find
Black is not a color, it’s a state of mind
Found in the cognitive bent of the Talented Tenth
And seething within the underachieving (?) ninety percent
That constant pressure that tells us we can’t measure up to the hype
So some fall back to what we call black, forever stereotyped
While others break the mold and take a hold of that promise
Saying, “Forget what you’re told and what you know, because I’m this!”
Their faith, education, determination, and wits are their entourage
That was with them from the stoop to the house with a two car garage
That brother whose mind is stronger than his swagger
With that black mentality so sharp, he can spit daggers
He’s not a braggart, because his success is his hype man
Demanding his rights by taking the fight to the “white” man,
He’s not the thuggish type, but black means he can take it to the streets
Yet the truth is he’s from the burbs so he tries to stay discreet
And keep his head down with feet pumping at an above average pace
But black is what puts him in his place, not the color of his face
Which, is such a waste of personality, talent and skills
Because white only sees him as a token space to fill
And he’s an Oreo to the around the way brothers, you know, the others
But damn, calm down brothers because that brown brother
Can’t act black, since black is not an act, it’s a state of mind
And the notion so untrue that one’s hue is black, is so unkind
It sets us all back, further than those shows with Flava Flave
Or being Bobby Brown, TV clowns representing how black behaves
Oh behave, that’s not black because black is beautiful and proud
We’re just dark and lovely, swift and slow, quiet and loud
Reaching as high as the clouds and beyond the stars
And in this life no matter where we go, we know exactly who we are
Near or far, search the earth, uncover every secret place
Inquire the face of the nations and examine every race
Especially in the United States, because in the end you’ll find
That Black is not a color, black is a state of mind


Wow! I haven't written poetry for so long that I have forgotten how fun it is to turn expressions, emotions, and thoughts into beautifully arranged words.

-Noface