I sent Charles to blogdeser (blog that is) specifically to the reposting of an article “Why Blacks Should Join Browns in the Immigration Fight“. Charles and I have daily conversations about us interacting as black and white, and, black and brown. I sent him the article and received the following response (which he told me I could post here):
Groups of all kinds try to align themselves with the American black
struggle/experience, When they feel “sat upon”. What has this gotten the black community: Nothing.Gay rights, women rights, and now immigration rights all try and find support from arguably the most influential group of people in western culture, the American black. And still we are at the bottom of the totem pole; gays have moved on, women groups have moved on, and some black people feel this issue will move on without them too.
But its very ironic that these groups call support to rally around their issues but when something happens to/in the black community no one calls…no one rallies…(i.e.: Kanye speaks out about bush (people let him go it alone), Bill O’Reiliy gets and major company to drop Ludacris because of an opinion (people let him go it alone))
When people need help they call the “heavy” or the “muscle”, this is what the American black is; the “bodyguard” for issues: You call him and he adds weight to what your saying, but you don’t have to pay him much to do it…
Now there are quite a few things I disagree with in his email, but I think his view is an interesting one.
As an aside, Saturday night while cooking, I cut my finger, burnt another finger and spilled lemon juice into an open wound. After dinner I was sitting on Charles’ lap and he was playing with a lighter and accidentally set my hair on fire. I have A LOT of hair, it is thick and very long. He accidentally set the bottom of my hair on fire and it quickly ran up my back (not sure if it was the hair gel made that made my hair more flammable). Our friend started to scream, I heard Charles let out an “Oh Shit” as he started to beat my back/beat the flames out. I still smell like burnt hair.
