I ran into a 20-something fellow wearing a T-shirt that said “I love being black.” I had a wave of fond nostalgia remembering how my mother began our outings with “I’m free, black, and 21 – let’s do it!”
What happened to that great attitude? We have allowed it to be hijacked by the likes of race baiters and charlatans. It remains an embarrassment that Al Sharpton was able to parlay a giant provable lie into hosting a TV show. It seems the media’s flavor of the day is anyone who is black, female or new to this country. Worse yet, white males are painted as evil for the sake of political gain with no qualms about the negative effect on social and race relations. (Beware: the white male-hating circle will ultimately engulf strong black men who support their families.)
White privilege is so yesterday. I’d like to put my ten cents in for those of us whose families have been here for some 400 years and earned our black privilege. It is a singular privilege to be associated with the strength and ingenuity that runs through the blood of our freedom-seeking black Americans.
Take the incredible courage and desire for freedom of African American slaves. Henry “Box” Brown, determined to escape slavery in Virginia, devised a daring escape. With the help of a freed slave and a white shopkeeper he was stuffed into a 3 feet by 2 1/2 feet by 2 feet box labeled “Dry Goods.” After some 27 hours, half of which was spent upside down, he arrived at the home of a Philadelphia abolitionist.
Then there was Harriet Jacobs of North Carolina who decided to escape. Knowing the odds were slim that she’d make it to the North, she spent seven years with rats as roommates in a crawlspace of her grandmother’s place. In 1842, she made it to New York where she became active in the abolitionist movement.
In the spring of 1862, while their white shipmates were ashore, Robert Smalls, disguised in the captain’s hat and jacket, and some shipmates hijacked the steamship CSS Planter in Charleston, South Carolina. After picking up their families, the slaves sailed into the Charleston Harbor, safely past Fort Sumter. Smalls sailed to the Union blockade and hoisted the white surrender flag for the first US Navy ship they encountered.
And when black physicians were not allowed on hospital staffs, they started their own hospitals, sometimes in their own homes.
It is more important than ever to re-ignite that old can-do attitude, starting with thinking for ourselves. We cannot instantly believe puff pieces about opportunistic politicians who offer goodies only when they want your vote. A deeper look may find a politician’s “plan” is really about gaining power for power’s sake, not to empower you. I’m still waiting for our most famous black politician to go to Chicago and community organize against black on black violence.
These proposals for giving people money for this or that omit the most important place where financial help will reap benefits for years: school choice. We know that the best welfare program is a job, complete with a paycheck and a heavy dose of self-respect. The Washington Post just reported that not only is the unemployment rate at an all time low, the black unemployment rate has never been closer to the white unemployment rate. A good education is the best start to erase the remaining gap.
No American wants to be enslaved by welfare or dead-end programs that perpetuate dependency. The great Booker T. Washington warned of poverty hustlers. “There is another class of colored people who make a business of keeping the troubles, the wrongs, and the hardships of the Negro race before the public… Some of these people do not want the Negro to lose his grievances, because they do not want to lose their jobs. There is a certain class of race-problem solvers who don’t want the patient to get well.”
We all want the freedom to succeed in life and we have to look within ourselves. In coping with his daughter’s cancer diagnosis NFL player Devon Stills found his power in “changing the story” from a 50 percent chance of failure to a 50 percent chance of success.
Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., dreamed that his children would be judged by the content of their character, not their skin color. While society continues on its journey to colorblindness, not only is blaming others and calling people racists counterproductive, it is not representative of how everyday people live and feel. Let’s embrace our history of courage and self-determination, take a break from politically motivated vitriol, and put our lives in our own hands.