Complaint.

It’s Black history month again. Naturally. Black history is an annual observance in America, recognized primarily by Media and by every other organization that merits media attention — notably governments. These statements are not complaints. Many races, many ethnic people, celebrate themselves annually. Most likely, however, few of these ceremonies, if any, extend for an entire month. Be assured that statement is not a complaint. If you have a complaint, it’s about the designation Black. You could be wrong, but you don’t know of any other people who designate their nationality by skin color. American Indians generally don’t refer to themselves as Red Americans, do they? You have yet to hear people of Japanese lineage refer to themselves as Yellow Americans. Worldwide, both white-skinned and black-skinned people define themselves as French, German, British, Bulgarian — pick a country, any country. It’s no skin off your nose, but common sense tells you that black-skinned residents of America realistically might consider calling themselves Nigerian, Ethiopian, Kenyan, Somalian, Jamaican, Haitian, Ghanaian — in other words, proudly consider identifying with their ancestry. Or, if born in America, choose to be American, as one celebrated (black) politician chooses to do, refusing to hyphenate himself. In your opinion, losing “black” would be one big step for Man, one giant leap for America — an infinitely more difficult leap than the Apollo 11 mission and Neil Armstrong’s stunning step into history. Could 48 million Black people come together to put aside differences? Would 48 million drop their resentment? Would they give up accusations of systemic racism? Put aside that fantasy, Matilda. Put aside the impossible. Because being Black is vital. Making and keeping Black an issue is absolutely essential. It’s not African American History Month, is it? It’s not African Lives Matter. It’s not Kenya vs. Ireland. No, it’s Black vs White. It’s Black skin that justifies racism and the demand for restitution, retribution and retaliation. For many, possibly a majority, Black skin is a world-class victim’s excuse — the key to expecting and accepting what amounts to statutory, guiltless dependency. For many who have Black skin, freedom is not the goal. A free lunch is. KAPOW! That allegation should incite a proper racist uproar. Social scientists, historians, other academics and run of the mill intellectuals will trash this supposition as ignorant, baseless, juvenile bigotry. Most African Americans will argue that no white dude can perceive the Black experience, much less criticize it. True enough, to be sure. In fact, you gladly argue that many hyphenated Americans with black skin suffer economic deprivation. Many of them face disrespect and rejection. But so do other Americans. Economically, these other Americans also live a “hand-to-mouth” existence. Socially, they also are stigmatized and shunned — and their skin happens to be — my goodness — white. You should know, remembering your early years on the wrong side of the tracks.  But that statement is no complaint. If you have a complaint, it’s about Black vs. White, because it won’t work. Ever. There is undeniable proof it won’t work. As never before, millions of Black skins now live in stately homes and occupy board rooms, government posts, sport arenas, entertainment, small business and dozens of professions. But no amount of economic and social justice progress has quelled the cries of racism. If anything, the cries are even more strident. Why? Because Black skin is not about social justice or fairness or honor or respect. It’s about keeping racism alive and profiting from it. But who does it profit? It profits those who always profit.  Black demagogue leaders.  BLM and 20 other Black-led nonprofits. Politicians who push Marxism. Big Media. Big business. Big advertisers. At the end of a very long day, identifying as Black is a self-imposed prison. Someday, maybe a century from now, Americans with black skin will finally decide it’s not the skin — it’s what’s under the skin, what’s between the ears and what’s in the heart. And maybe then decide that Black is just a color. Not a racist crutch.

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The Big Lie.

This essay won’t change anything. But it needs writing on the chance it stimulates one mind.

Some Americans who have lived long enough will agree that America is sick. She was sick for many decades before Barak Obama came along and fed Her arsenic, and before J. Biden stumbled his way into the WH to stimulate inflation, human trafficking and the distribution of fentanyl. But, thankfully, America’s damaged immune system still has potency. And, thankfully, healing isn’t a bit complicated. Difficult perhaps. Even painful. But simple. You make Her well by deciding to make Her well. By deciding to change the things that make Her sick. By deciding to adopt treatment that restores Her health. America can’t cure everything simultaneously. But you can help make a start by exposing the most visible sickness — The Big Lie. That Lie says Black America is in the grip of systemic racism. That Lie is perpetrated, not by ordinary Black Americans, but by leaders. These leaders of all stripes reside in government, at universities, in college and professional sport and in major corporations — coalesced by a mendacious media. The Lie is marketed under the banners of Black Lives Matter, Equal Rights, Cancel Culture, DEI, CRT and a number of other political identities. The Lie aims squarely at White American males. The Lie demands Social Justice. The Lie points its accusing finger. At whom, Matilda? Just who are the White enemies of Black America? Just who obstructs Social Justice? Which Congressman or Senator or President or Supreme Court Justice or political candidate will stand on the mountain and name the individual names, the groups, the mobs, the leaders of White America who are systemically racist? Which College Professor will publish a paper that exposes by name the White Americans who scorn Black Americans? Which Black or White Head Coach or Athlete will stand in the middle of an arena and unmask the White racist parents, school administrators, team owners and fans? When will corporate execs who embrace WOKE ideology point accusing fingers at the Most Wanted Racists? For Pete’s sake, call out the White bastards.

Just who are the enemies of Black America?

The last time you looked, you didn’t see a White mob burn down a city because a Black thug murdered a White person. You haven’t heard one White American demand that DEI must be implemented for every college or professional sport — to demand that all team rosters must be at least 50% White. The last time you looked, stadiums are filled with White fans who cheer Black athletes. On hundreds of occasions, majority White audiences endorse Black American candidates who strangely embody America’s values expressed in The Constitution.

Just who are the enemies of Black America?

You are not a statistician. But it could make sense to use the tried and true Process of Elimination. First, rule out women of any race. They are a minority that has been on the equality warpath for years; and so identify with other minorities who suffer alleged discrimination. Excluding them eliminates 170+MM —  half the country.  You have to exclude  Black American males. That’s about 21 MM.  The Educational System at all levels represents millions of people who push the goals of Social Justice. Boomer II, Generation X & Y represent millions of Americans whose ages are sympathetic with racial equity. The medical communities, entertainment communities and ethnic minorities are populated by majorities who support Black America and must be ruled out. The Depression Era cohort and WWII cohort, 20+MM strong,  plus White male retirees are dropping like flies — they are in no position to be actively racist. Plus, 22% of the population is under 17 years of age.

Just who are the enemies of Black America?

The combination of all females, Black, Hispanic and Asian men, miscellaneous ethnic groups, the dying generations and the kids come to to just about everyone, although online sites claim there are at least 40MM healthy, White adult males raising racist hell in America.  By contrast, your recent in-depth study of this population clearly proves that nearly all but a handful have long since abandoned any animosity toward Black Americans. This conclusion is absolutely confirmed by witnessing Black and White Americans appearing happily together in TV advertising and programming. In no way can redneck workers, white collar workers, cops, wealthy philanthropists, Bill Gates, Elon Musk, business owners, billionaires, brokers, contractors, Republican Governors and Preachers be considered threats to the advancement of Black America.

Just who are the enemies of Black America?

Which leaves you to confess that you and a few diehard racist friends and Donald Trump are incomprehensibly responsible for creating nothing less than racist havoc throughout America. But everything must come to an end. The members of your tiny racist cell have promised to keep KKK robes locked in cedar chests at the far corners of their attics. As for Donald, be might want to appear on The View and sweet talk Whoopi.

Happily, this expert analysis is reason for optimism. White male racists have all but disappeared. No need to round them up to join the Jan 6 crowd of Whiteys locked away in maximum security prisons. After all, somebody has to work the farms,  factories and highways. Somebody has to generate electricity, repair machines, build homes and unstop toilets. Leave it to former racists.

Meanwhile, you must move on to other illnesses that threaten America’s health. The Southern border seems to need immediate attention. You will address that illness soon.

And God willing,  the remedies won’t be rooted in systemic racism.

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Feel God’s Pleasure.

December 25.

Christ was born on this day, according to experts. But the precise day doesn’t matter, does it? Like almost all Christians, you invest time in decorating, social engaging and attending church to honor Him and spread Christmas cheer. Primarily, it’s family time, as are other occasions that bring together loved ones. You want to think that Christ remains at the center of your mind during the Christmas season. But that notion isn’t true, is it? Away from church worship and from other spiritual symbols, He is not in the forefront of your conscious thought. And even when He is, the thought is fleeting, elusive, shrouded in mystery. The Church doesn’t help. Church rituals and church clerics routinely present Christ as a 24-7 Teacher, tending His flock during a 3-year ministry. You never meet Christ the person. Common sense screams at you that He slept, awakened, attended to His personal needs, sustained his energy with meals; and most of all engaged in conversation that had nothing to do with preaching, healing or counseling. In His goings and comings, was He opposed to “passing the time of day?” Likely not. On the way to the fish market, did He pass an acquaintance and say, “Hey, Caleb, nice to see you. Heard you brought in a big catch yesterday.” When He sat with one or more of His disciples, did they talk about their jobs, about women, about sports, about the Roman bullies?” Did the Lord say, “Man, I can’t help you with the ladies; I can’t understand them myself.” Christ was young, certainly by today’s standards. You can’t believe He spent his waking hours shuffling about like an old man, as depicted in film. You can’t imagine He didn’t run, didn’t swim,  didn’t exert Himself physically in many other ways; plus have a few laughs among close friends. But in His final days, according to Biblical accounts, He did exhibit His humanity — His sorrow and fear — of crucifixion — and as a human being, why not? Nails through the ankles and somewhere in the vicinity of the wrists and eventual suffocation was a common, sadistic execution, expressly reserved for slave or anyone else not Roman. Christ gave Himself up to the governing powers. He didn’t sail off to another land, change His appearance, lay low and give His ministry a rest. No, He stood fast, condemned by his own Pharisee chums — the Jewish High Command who ran the show and hated Him. They “found” false witnesses, fabricated false charges and essentially railroaded Him to Governor Pilate’s courthouse (Luke 23:1,2).* Jesus offered no defense, made no accusations and made no denials. He told His followers to stand down and basically instructed them to “love your enemies.” Who does that? Who does that? For sure, not Donald Trump — a man shunned and often betrayed by his own party, accused of inciting insurrection and all manner of false crimes. Unlike Christ Jesus, however, Donald wants to nail the bad guys. Still, bear in mind that Pilate crucified Jesus, not the Jews — who didn’t crucify anyone. They in fact chose stoning as their default mode of capital punishment. Over 2000 years removed from the savagery of Christ’s crucifixion, it’s easy to pass it off as myth. And it’s even easier to assume that if Christ was divine — if He indeed was the Son of God — He would be superhuman, empowered supernaturally to mentally and physically endure His torment. The brutal truth is He suffered beyond comprehension, as any mortal would. He suffered willingly. Suffering was His final lesson. He had to die. He chose to die. For you. Therefore, on this day, on any day, please exercise your deepest imagination and put yourself in His place. Give Him a full, uninterrupted hour of your time to feel his suffering and do your level best — to live a life worthy of it  — and in doing so, feel God’s pleasure.

A Worthy Life: Eric Liddell (1902-1945) was a missionary and Olympic Gold Medalist. His sister always felt he let running interfere with his singular devotion to God. Liddell was alleged* to have said to her: “Jennie, I believe God made me for a purpose . . . and he made me fast . . . and when I run, I feel his pleasure. **

* The ADL and  other organizations argue that the Jews were in no way complicit in the crucifixion of Jesus. Opinions on this issue vary widely and should all be taken into consideration.

** Most likely, Liddle’s movie dialogue wasn’t real, but his devotion was. No one questioned that he ran for God.

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