Stand in the shoes of a "White" Hispanic.

          As you might have noticed I think about Race a lot. To be expected, after all I am Black, but I put myself over here away from the huckle-berry reverends, the Saturday afternoon revolutionaries, and the excuse mongering intellectuals. (As for Saturday afternoon revolutionaries, one of the funniest lines of the Sixties was, “If you want to be free, you got to spend all day in bed with me.”) I’d rather use my own experience than spend time looking for scapegoats for my own inadequacies.

          

          Probably because I’ve always lived in a multiracial world from the time I first went to school I don’t have to lift rocks looking for some supposed enemy. Not that I haven’t met racists. I’ve been called Nigger by the best of them, there just haven’t been that many of them. Let’s see; once in Kansas when I was going to college I was walking with my Jewish GF after dark, a car passed and some dude yelled “Nigger lover”, I told him to go fuck himself and that was the end of it. I’ve been stopped by cops twice, once in Kansas walking after dark to clear my head after cramming for finals, I showed my student ID and they said best get back to the dorm rather than make their work more complicated than it had to be. Both incidents took place in 1967, which was the year I failed gym because I wouldn’t cut my Afro; I looked like a black dandelion.

          

           The next stop was in Colorado in 1971; again being cordial to The Man was a great asset, since I had yet to cut that hair, and I didn’t have to use Jedi mind tricks, “This is not the Negro you’re looking for Imperial Storm Trooper”. As for later in life, I probably got more jobs being black than not. White folks wanted to give the brother a break, I do remember one guy walking into my shop after making an appointment and quickly backing out when he found out I was the guy on the other end of the phone line.

          

          As far as Black racists I’ve met a few of those too, way too many. They spend all their time balancing crime rates versus incarceration rates, thinking about how their great granma’s were raped by ole’ massa, and throwing away good educations so they won’t be contaminated by White Culture, and then turning around and denying that they’re doing it. It takes so much work to keep all those plates spinning.

          

         And it all comes together in the Trayvon Martin case. When it first came to light I thought, “Damn but this is perfect, some crazy old Jew shot an unarmed black kid, just what everyone is looking for!” But the case soon got weird. The first pictures of Trayvon showed an innocent kid with a great smile. The President said, “If I had a son he would have looked like Trayvon.”  It’s not the first time The President, or the Attorney General, has inserted himself in some local case with racial overtones. It’s just the way The President sees the country, as a set of distinct groups all grabbing for their share of the spoils and he is here to oversee the division. He’s always searching for the Salomonic divide; that unattainable perfection of fairness.

         

         But then the other Trayvon pictures showed up, the one where he shows off his grille looking like some hippity hoppity gangster. And we find that he’s not some slight twelve year old but a seventeen year old football player quite capable of protecting himself if messed with.

          

         But didn’t Zimmerman follow him because he was black; the 911 tapes seemed to point that way until we find that they were edited. And Zimmerman did not display any wounds, till we find out that the first photos show bleeding from the back of his head. And then we find that he’s a white Hispanic, as opposed to the garden variety.

         

          A White Hispanic, is this some new racial classification that allows a Hispanic to be racist against African Americans since all people darker than The President are supposed to think alike? Maybe, but does it describe Bill Richardson who by way of his Mexican mother would guarantee brown votes for the Dems in the last election, though he is whiter than George. But Zimmerman looks like any run of the mill Hispanic, but his Jewish name just mixes it all up. What to do? Also that Bob Zimmerman guy, is he Jewish, Irish or just some ramblin’ guy with a raspy voice whose been writing songs for the last fifty years?

          

         We also learn that Zimmerman was in business with a black man in the past; now those of you in such a situation know that a business partnership is about as close as two people can get without having sex, so now what. And to add to the weirdness there seem to be a growing amount of attacks on white men from black mobs, just don’t call them lynchings; or even report them.

         

          And the trial hasn’t even started yet.

        

          (Thanks to VDH and Bob Owens at PJ Media for focus.)

          http://www.reuters.com/article/2012/04/25/us-usa-florida-shooting-zimmerman-idUSBRE83O18H20120425  Here’s an article on why George bought a gun in the first place. Big Boi, isn’t he one half of OutKast?

         

          JimG33 5/4/12