To My Trump-Supporting Acquaintances

Not going to keep you but just wanted to let you know a few things. Making this one short and simple so no one is confused.

Here is the predicament: you have friends with whom you have had work or personal relationships. They and their family have been to your house, you and yours to their abode. You’ve exchanged gifts at Christmas, shared a bottle of Malbec or a few tragos of choice, even been to their kids’ graduations. You trust them and they trust you. Then Trump is elected and they are in full support of him.

If you are an aquaintance of mine who supports Trump, there is something you need to know and understand:

You can’t be for a president that is racist and be for me at the same time.

If you don’t know what he meant during his presidential campaign run when he said,  “In the good old days…” then let me tell you what he meant. He meant that Blacks would have been beaten, attacked by dogs, hanged from trees, or a combination of them all. He didn’t and couldn’t possibly or truthfully mean anything else. It’s what he meant. I hope you get that. Listen to me. You can’t support anyone like that and be for me at the same time.

You can’t be for a president who refuses to denounce David Duke and the KKK’s endorsement and be for me at the same time. He was lying. Like always. Like he did in Helsinki. Like he did when he returned from Helsinki. Like he’ll continue to do. As terroristic as the KKK has been to Black people and other minorities, you can’t justify backing a man who refused to denounce them. You can’t be for racism and be for me at the same time.

You can’t be for a president who called white supremacist Nazis “very fine people.” He knew what he was saying and so did we. You included. No more pretending that it was anything other than what it was: doubling down on his racist beliefs and ensuring that his base remained content. Not sure what else a racist has to do to show you they’re a racist. But you’re cool with it. It’s not a deal-breaker for you when it comes to backing him. That’s a problem. You can’t be on the same side of someone like that and be for me at the same time. Just can’t.

You can’t be for a president who appoints racists to be in positions of power. One such appointee put in place, Attorney General Jeff Sessions could not answer basic questions regarding the FBI’s erroneous classification of so-called Black Identity Extremist groups –irresponsibly equating anything Black as some type of threat. Even the fight to keep Black bodies alive. It’s no different than the historical punishment of Black people by concocting false labels for us in hopes of justifying our deaths. In other words, one of the main pillars of systematic white supremacy. Cointelpro all over again. When the injured have been injured without provocation and decide to resist, the injured are somehow criminalized. You can’t be for that and for me at the same time.

The Central Park Five. You can’t be for a person who openly campaigned to end young, innocent Black lives as he did, stubbornly refusing to admit he was wrong – even after DNA evidence exonerated these young men. You can’t support someone who champions the killing of Black bodies and say you have my best interests at heart at the same time.

You can’t be for a president who has a history of boldly refusing to rent to Blacks and being taken to court over his overt racial discrimination. And it is racial discrimination, just so we’re clear. No bells, no whistles. Deeper than just being against the law, discrimination of any kind conflicts with my upbringing (word to Pat and Audrey Mae), moral beliefs, and spirit. You can’t be for a president who has continually discriminated against Blacks and other minorities and be for me at the same time.

You can’t be for a president who enforces color-based immigration. It’s color-based. It’s racist. It’s morally corrupt. It’s inhumane. You can’t be for that and be for me at the same time.

You can’t keep resorting to “But Hillary…” and expect for me to take you seriously. You sound just like him, deflecting to the point of chagrin. It makes you appear unlearned – as if you don’t know anything. Nothing. Nathan. Nathaniel. Even when I know (or at least hope) you do.

Last thing.

The same people who so eloquently drafted America’s independence on parchment either owned slaves or were cool with those who did. They may not have felt good about the situation but neither did they feel responsible enough for its existence to help change it. As much as they may have thought nothing was wrong, history tells a different story. They weren’t for me. Much of the same is carried on today with the lies, actions, and attitudes that the president of our nation continually displays for all to see. It’s plain that he’s not for me. If you support him, you aren’t either.

You really aren’t.

 

Till Martin Comes Home: Emmett, Trayvon, and Blind Injustice

All I knew about Emmett Till was the image of his bloated figure in that coffin. I think I saw it in an article in one of the magazines we had in the house at the time. His mother was standing next to him looking down on his lifeless body with a countenance that openly displayed her heartache – as open as the casket in which her son lay.

It was an image that stuck with me for a long time. It scared me – I would even say it left a scar on my psyche. I never said anything about it because in my young mind, the mere mention of it would make me feel as if the same thing might happen to me. My mother briefly spoke about the backstory to his murder but I don’t think a single word registered. I was too focused on that gruesome, awful photo. Was that really a little boy? How could a human do something like that to another human, I thought – so grizzly was the image.

Years later, I thought of Emmett Till when Trayvon Martin was murdered. Continue reading “Till Martin Comes Home: Emmett, Trayvon, and Blind Injustice”