It has been almost six months since I last wrote about turning 48 and how I felt at that time. On a personal level, I have nothing to complain about. Health, family and work are all going pretty good. I did have the misfortune of losing a friend of nearly thirty years right before the holiday’s.His death was definitely a shock to the system and a reminder of the fragility of my own existence on this planet. He had become somewhat jaded with politics and racism,because from the very beginning of President Obama’s tenure, he was adamant that his election would do nothing to advance race relations in this country. I used to tell him he was way off base, but now I’m not so sure he was wrong-Or was he?
Rick Santorum, Newt Gingrich and many others go out of their way to prove Harold’s assertion on a daily basis. These “others” are fellow politicians, numb nut, limp dick, law enforcement officials as well as the traditional hate mongers. All of their hatred and actions have been more than bantered about on this blog as well as other media outlets. Without going back over this well known nonsense, I simply want to make this promise.
I am 48 years-old and refuse to sit quietly while any injustice…Especially the ever reproducing cancer known as racism…continues to create chaos.I WILL NOT sit back and watch not too distant descendants of immigrants continue to talk about taking back a country that many of their own ancestors stole from the indigenous people of this great land. I WILL NOT allow my manhood to be disrespected by some self-righteous, son-of-a bitch who feels threatened by my progress or potential. I WILL NOT let ANYONE poison the potential of my beautiful daughter because they have a problem with the way she looks, thinks or acts. Most importantly,I refuse to give up on MLK’S dream of reaching the mountaintop of equality for ALL. I’ll go through, and around the bullshit until I take my last breath. I will continue to use my mind to blow out the bottom of the motherfucking mountain…if it will help get to the top and eventually get over it. Unlike my deceased friend, I’m damn near 50 years old and I refuse to give up. As a matter of fact=I’M JUST GETTING STARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!