As most of you know I and others appeared on the Glenn Beck show recently themed, Time to Be Heard. Unfortunately Glenn was still recuperating from surgery and was not operating at 100 percent, health-wise. We ran out of time during taping.
Therefore the show, while it was wonderfully informative, it lacked in facilitation and focus. Many of Glenn’s invited guests did not have an opportunity for input.
This post will serve as a more expounded version of what might have been my contribution to, Time to be Heard, so titled to give black conservatives the voice squelched (not so successfully thanks to bloggers and risk-takers like Glenn) by the mainstream (sucky) media.
The show opened with a video clip of Glenn interviewing his friend, Charles Payne, who discussed how painful and isolating it was for him growing up in a working-class black neighborhood as a conservative black youth.
I and others have felt his pain. But the show’s topic was derailed by the numerous self-interested and pre-prepared agendas of a few of Glen’s guests.
What makes me a conservative?
It is my belief and love in God/self because I believe that God lives as much within each of us as He lives outside of us.
Next, is my love for my family and then my love for my country.
Because I love God/self, I am, at all times, honest with myself. Not because I fear some idiotic wrath conjured by mortals, but because I love ME and my relationship with ME is lovingly true.
I’ve raised my children with strong family values, aligned with conservative beliefs. No, I wasn’t bending their little ears about my political leanings – though I doubt it would have done any good, since all their lives they’ve been out-numbered by the offspring of democrats and flaming liberals. Bleh! Cough cough! Spit spit!
But I’ve always taught them to love their community and the people in it. Treat their peers with love, even the rotten ones who were mean to them because they needed it the most. Keep their homes and their neighborhood clean.
Through teaching and example, they developed a good work ethic. Oh geez! I’m beginning to sound Obutthead!
Long story short: I am a conservative woman and I’ve successfully imparted my conservative values to my children.
That said, I think it was extremely short-sighted of me not to realize when my children were small, learning how to swim with the other fish, they would find themselves more typically swimming among the sharks.
In my experience, democrats/liberals who happen to be black are those very sharks, many of them angry at America in general, and insatiable in their desire for retroactive racial justice. Their offspring are my children’s peers.
Of course, there are exceptions to these offspring, but they are few and far apart. In fact they, along with the normal, loving conservative children are scattered in isolation across the country.
The majority of the black offspring that my children have to deal with belong to the 96 percent sect of blacks that voted for Obama. That’s right: that blows chunks and sucks cow dung big time.
I have been married for six years, but I was a divorced single parent before that for eleven years. I learned, during those single parent years, that raising a child as a single parent is the most unnatural thing a child can experience. A child raised in a two-parent home is more grounded emotionally than a child raised in a single parent home.
Among black families, single parent households out-number married-parents households by more than 90 percent. That translates to bad news socially for my children.
THAT was what the Beck show’s preface clip discussing Charles Payne’s childhood was about. The fact that democratic/liberal majority rules the black community and rules it with an iron fist.
THAT is what many in the black community DO NOT want to talk about. Because to talk about it, is to acknowledge the crack in the glass that will spider-web out to ALL the other issues that are methodically eroding the black community.
To talk about it, forces every black person, myself included, to acknowledge what role each of us plays or has played in the community’s continuing implosion, like a never-ending train-wreck.
In the meantime, though I love my children dearly, I confess, I regret that I ever brought them into this mess. This mess of LYING ADULTS that bicker amongst themselves and REFUSE to acknowledge their FLAWS.
Because if we can’t be TRUTHFUL with each other about what ails us, how are we ever going to FIX ourselves and ADVANCE towards a more improved future for our country? If we DO NOT all love our country, some of us even hating America, how will we defend ourselves against the terrorists prowling among and around us?
That’s my truth and I’m sticking with it.
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