I'm sorry. I know February is Black History Month, but this year is different. The racism you fought against in your lifetime has now become a running joke in this country. I just read an article that told of MSNBC anchor Lawrence O'Donnell saying the following...
"The Republican party is saying that the president of the United States has bosses, that the union bosses this president around, the unions boss him around. Does that sound to you like they are consciously or subconsciously delivering the racist message that of course, of course a black man can't be the real boss."
I didn't even blink an eye. It just passed right over my balding head. The word "racism" has become nothing more than a potential nugget for laughs during the late night comedy shows. (Except for Saturday Night Live, of course...they have left their comedy stylings in the wake of their consistent liberal love.)
I'm sorry you had to die so young just to have these still alive dudes make a mockery of your life's work forty years later. Nobody tried harder than you to fight against real racism. You were the best.
But we just can't do it anymore. When calling a brownie a brownie is racist, and discussing a black hole in space is racist, the word has lost all power and all meaning.
The battle you won has been lost again when a charge of racism elicits only a roll of the eyes and an amused grin. I'm sorry you're dead, Dr. King, but I admit I'm glad you are not here to see this.
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