The Obama Factor
As the Democratic Primaries battle on with bloodletting on both sides, Barack Obama continues to secure his position as the Democratic nominee for President. As distasteful as I feel toward Hillary Clinton as President, this man scares me to death! This is not because he is black as many blacks will be brainwashed into believing, but because he is very dangerous!!
All I am hearing about this man is that he is an unknown, but this is untrue! He has written TWO autobiography’s about himself, and what he writes is very revealing. All one needs to do is read. Add to this his twenty some years with Trinity United Methodist Church, his refusal to wear an American Flag pin on his lapel, and his refusal to put his hand over his heart during the National Anthem (Not required but is a sign of patriotism).
In his books he shows his disdain for white America again and again. His testimony about his encounters with whites shows paranoia almost to the point of schizophrenia! He wonders incessantly what they are thinking of him as a black man. He seems to think that all whites every thought is racist! If this man were white, he would be detained in the psychiatric ward of the nearest hospital! We surely do not want this lunatic in the Whitehouse!
Racism; Then and Now
I was born and raised in the midst of racism. The first 23 to 25 years of my life was engulfed in racism. The strange thing was that I was not even aware of it. It was not until I had completed my education, served five years in a segregated military and settled into civilian life that I was truly introduced to racism. It is sad to admit, but it was the actions of the black community that tempted me to become racist.
I was born in a small town nestled in the mountains of the south. The town was fully segregated. The black and white communities were separated by a valley through which ran a set of railroad tracks ran. An occasional bridge sparsely spaced by a mile or more was all that joined the two communities. It was like two separate towns. They had their own schools, churches and stores and we had ours. They even dad separate colleges. For the most part, they stayed on their side of the tracks and we stayed on ours. I was very young and never thought anything of it. We were taught nothing of the black community in school or church. In fact no word was ever mentioned that I can recall either for or against the black community. It was as though they never existed!