The Reparation Plantation

Gavin Newsom vetoed a California reparations bill for fear of seeming too radical.

I’m trying not to laugh, it’s really sad, but at the same time it is really funny! As a black man born and raised on the southside of Chicago, I have NEVER been a democrat. I self declared being a republican since age 10. The horrors visited upon black humanity through slavery and bigotry can’t be quantified! “Keep your damn money!” The only thing that can even come close to atonement is to simply treat blacks with the human dignity God intended. Each time, blacks lend themselves to the democrat Party in hopes of “Getting something” for it, they get what they always do: disappointment, reversals, and lies. So each time a white democrat promises “Reparations,” once the election is over for that candidate wins or loses, one thing is for sure: blacks lose. In the lie, in the betrayal, the hopes and dreams of blacks are dashed once more and the entire crime against us is renewed!

I am angry, gnashing my teeth with clinched fist, I start to laugh in madness. I laugh because the solution is right before our eyes. Within the promise of this nation, through its constitution, if we would but only see ourselves as deserving and capable of living out the creedo… We wouldn’t need reparations or white democrats! And so My anger is masked by laughter. For I know in two years time another election comes and in two years time, the Democrats will roll out the perfect candidate in effigy. Roll out the tropes and remind black America just who they are: bought and owned “Brothas!” And so I laugh as my anguished laughter is drowned out by the chants of “No Justice no Peace. “