Oh, Crap. You’re Black.

Chris Rock –our next black president– tells the white people in his audience: “None of you -not one- would trade places with me. And I’m rich.”

Don Rickles, “Great country. You can be born a dago, like Frank, you can be born a kike, like me. Sorry, Sammy.”

Jane Elliot, Schoolmarm from your nightmares, asks her assembly if any of the white people would prefer to treated as blacks are treated in this society. Stand up if you would.

“No one is standing.”

She forces you to observe all that truth, sitting there.

Is it true?

Is being born colored or black…unlucky?

Is it a disadvantage?

It seems it is. It feels like it is.

If it is there is no greater betrayal of The American Ideal.

All men are not created equal. Not here.

The Job is to maintain freedom. After that it must be to solve the nation’s problems.

What bigger problem do we have?

The current black leadership, and the white leadership wanting to help, have been defeated by the problem. Even when in power –holding all the cards– they can’t solve it.

They don’t want anyone else to solve it, either.

The next year could prove awkward for them.

The Job 1.29.18