Wednesday,
September 13, 2000
They Want Our
Vote; They Don't Want Us
(How dumb do white
politicoes think we are?)
If I hear one more
politician speak of their party as the party a' inclusion (an'
I will, yo), my head is gonna fucking explode. Who the fuck do
they think theys kiddin'? The republicans are out in the crowd
fishin' for niggas to bring on stage as scenery so theys can
suddenly claim how much they care 'bout black folks. What kinda
brotha in his right mind is gonna align hisself wit' a party
calls 'emselves the Grand Ole Party anyway? Sounds like a throwdown
where the appetizers is cross burnin's and the entree is a lynchin'.
And the democrats ain't no better. Theys tryin' to ride high
on havin' been the black friendly party and now thems republicans
is tryin' to steal the title. Well, theys is only known as the
minority friendly party cause they try to keep themselves one
half step ahead of the republicans on race relations. And both
parties think theys carin' cause theys embracing black folks
inta their fold.
Wrong. They ain't
includin' black people. They's arms are only wide open for white
people wit' black skin. Cause I ain't seein' no hip hop brothas
on that stage. They ain't no loose jeans up in that group. Ain't
no jive talkin' brothas loaded wit' jewelry. Just a whole bunch
of middle class black men and women in suits who never knew ghetto
in their life. Now, I ain't got a beef with them brothas and
sistas being who they is or where they's got themselves. That
cool. But theys is the only black people white people want to
have anything to do with. It's like theys is domesticated felines
got the wildness of black culture tamed out of them. 'A course,
they might embrace a' old blues or jazz funkin' brotha from way
back but that's just the problem, yo. They can only accept toned
down black culture or older brothas who weren't accepted in their
prime. It takes white people about twenty years to accept sometin
from our culture. Otherwise, they's afraid of us. They's scared.
Admit it. Jesse
Jackson a'eady has. You see a black youth walkin' toward you,
dressed in oversized flannel, pants hangin' off his hips, maybe
a skull rag on, yous get nervous and cross the street. Cause
you be thinkin' he's a gangsta from all the white media bullshit.
But he come toward you in a pair a' khakis and a solid color
cotton Tee and you be a barely runnin'. Ya prolly think about
crossin' the street, but ya prolly don't cause ya ain't too scared
and ya don't want to look racist. This is the problem wit' this
bullshit inclusion crap. Theys is only gonna accept Brothas an'
Sistahs on theys terms. They's sayin, by paradin' all these brothas
and sistas around stage in suits and ties, that they'll include
us in White America if we pulls ourselves up from the muck of
our black American culture. They up there showin' us what they
think of who we are and how most of us grewed up. They think
we's is ignant cause of our slang. They think we's is killers
cause of our fashion. And they think we's is all dumbin' cause
we play sports like motherfuckas. And theys tellin' us that if
we clean up our language and learn to talk like them, we'll be
included. If we stop dressin' like our peers and start dressin'
like theirs, we'll be part of the grand American plan. And if
we work hard enough to earn that scholarship so we can at least
go to a mediocre college (unless it be a sports scholarship so
we can go to a great college and earn them colleges a load a
Dead Prezes) instead of relying on Affirmative Action, we'll
be contributing to the great American dream. Which they don't
want us to think of as white, but it is and y'all know it.
People are a scared
a them things they don't understand. And the older people get,
the more scared they become. The less willing they is to undergo
real ideological changes. I figger things'd get better as time
passes, but alls I see is lily white conservative kids gettin'
inta the real meat of politics. They want ta be like daddy, yo.
Those who unnerstand how shit should be stay outta politics cause
they recognize it for what it really bein': A club for people
who have received special favors theys whole life and who expect
to keep bein' treated like theys shit pearls.
Y'all can bet I
ain't votin' for no fake-ass, frat-boy, wannabe-
president-cause-he-thinks-he-deserves-it Dubya Bush. And no way
in hell is that stiff, punk-ass, rap-censor-bitch-marryin', video-game-labelin'
vice-presidential pickin' Gore fucker gettin' my vote either.
I'm votin' for
me, bitches. Peace.
--
That Cavortin' Bastard
