Where is my beer President Obama?

Dearest President,

How is it that the two men who behaved badly and one man who perhaps said something that the public didn’t like have the opportunity to have a beer together at the White House?
Don’t get me wrong, Mr. President, but I think there are a lot more people who would love to have you as an audience with regard to things we WILL change. With your help, so many things can change sooner and not later.

Take for instance, I want to have a Boys and Girls Club opened in my neighborhood. Do I have to?
Break into my own house?
Be arrested by a white cop?
Cause a national scandal by having you say the cop was acting stupidly?
Only then would it be possible to have the opportunity to slurp suds with you at the white house to get things done?

Make mine a Guinness draught.

Goddess


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and about the woman who made the call…..

The more I think about it, the more I become irritated with the whole racist issue.
Take the poor woman caller who used her words carefully. She thought before she spoke, she had a basic concern and that was that. She was labeled as a racist who folks, like the president said “acted stupidly” regarding a call they did not hear.
Then we hear the call and we sit and scratch our heads…
‘That was a damned good call’

Believe it or not, this woman was the innocent victim of profiling. We all assumed that a person who would call the police if she saw a black man would automatically assume that she would call in saying
‘A black man is breaking into the house next door. Bring out all units!’

The sky was not falling for this woman and to look more closely, you will see that she is one of the Brown people I talked about in my previous post.

Now we have the Black cop who was there supporting his peer being called an Uncle Tom because he came to the defense of officer Crowley.
Can you give this man a break?

Man, I am all worn out over the hubbub over this mess.

Where is my beer President Obama?

Goddess


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Teaching moment.

I would be pissed as hell if a person decided that I should be arrested after cussed him out for giving me shit in my own house after I had just gotten back from a trip and had to break in because the damn door was jammed.
If I commit to cussing out officer Crowley because I feel that he singling me out, I should stop and think before I have to step aside for shame to get in line behind my mouth.

I had to put away my Sistah Souljah to think about this subject and speak like a human being and not an angry black woman.

I have to speak to both the left and the right on this story.

Black and Hispanic folks: Not everyone is out to get you.
Sometimes we still need to count to 10 before we open our mouths.
Uno…dos…tres…cuatro
You feel me? Comprende?
Yes Mr. Crowley may have gone a bit too far in the questioning of Mr. Gates after the id was shown, but he was doing his job. He had to maintain public safety. A moment of reflections might have been a good idea for Mr. Gates.

He could have kept his cool and not stepped out on the porch to make a flaming ass of himself while the cop was heading out. You don’t yell at a man’s back in anger. That has got to be a golden rule somewhere on this planet

Where I come from, it is called talking shit.
Don’t start no stuff won’t be no stuff.

Everyone Else:
Protocol is prescribed for a reason and apparently the protocol of the police, when applied to the Black or Brown man is not a balanced one.
A moment of reflection might have been a good one for the police officer as well. He might have had enough time to realize, ‘if I turn around and talk back, will I be doing anyone good? Or is this just me flexing my ego?’
Flex your ego at the pub or at the basketball court when you are playing on the weekend, but don’t do it without thinking.

The more we try to defend what we think is right the more we recognize we are wrong but cannot admit that.

From now on America…

Count to flipping ten before you show your ass.

Goddess


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