A few days ago I got lost in an area that’s known to those of us living in the south’s hotbed for gentrification as International Village. Getting lost is nothing new to me these days. I still consider myself “new to the city”. Wet behind the ears! A newbie! An addition to the ever changing city that’s losing its blackness: Atlanta, Georgia. Even the first chocolate city, DC, could not escape the entourage of Mid-town-type men buying up all the abandoned real estate. A power move that forces the blacks to subdivision haven: the suburbs. The new place for big city crime. Look out Kennesaw and Gaithersburg lifelong residents. Your neighborhoods are going to hell. Those people Chris Rock hates are comin with their loud rap music and loitering antics.
After becoming a resident of the state of Georgia, and one in thousands of transplants in the Atlanta metro area I continue to get confused with 285, 20, 75, and 78. Maybe it is me, but the highways appear to be interconnected in such a way that links up eventually. Perhaps some lifelong peach or falcon will help me out. Send me an email. After you send that email definitely continue to read my story:
I am not sure why that buzzing area that looked to be a place where chickens roam has the title International Village considering the only elements of internationalism are Mexican and Asian-themed restaurants. Physical structures bearing the names Pancho’s and New Seoul are only a couple of dining places that caught my attention when I was direction discombobulated. By the way, it has to be against health department code to hang roasted ducks in windows. Talk about great window space marketing!
Obtaining directions back to my rude Indian neighborhood and newly litter-filled by blacks former condo community was surely a reminder that certain areas in the south are also becoming a semi-diverse metropolises, and of course the ghettoism of littering has made its way to places of living that pride themselves on seclusion. Just can’t get a way from blacks who don’t care about where they lay their heads.
After three wasteful stops and attempting to communicate with nine people from Vietnam, a small village in Mexico, or wherever I began to get irritated. I was not frustrated by getting lost any longer; it was my hidden and subconscious racist thoughts that caused me to yell at the top of my lungs. At that moment, I thought to myself, ‘These damn foreigners! I can’t believe they come to these façade of an united states, and refuse to speak the language that they will have to use while reciting the pledge of American citizenry.’ Can you believe that not one individual spoke a coherent English sentence? Unbelievable! What was also hard to fathom was the level of racist anger I possessed at that moment. I was spouting all types of slurs, and throwing all types of racism into the atmosphere. And, why? Because poor little bigoted Brian was lost and could not find his way to his place of solitude that’s turning into a miniature housing authority. A place that he would rather be all day anyway. Staying in my confines shields me from the nastiness that I was displaying in make-believe International Village. I was a racist with no concern for how my disposition was affecting those short brown skin men and women. I must have scared them with my big back, big head, and black black skin. Their words had to be: ‘What in the hell is wrong with this spook?’
Spook is such a derogatory term. It is demeaning. It is the worst descriptive term a white man could call a black man. Being called a nigger has lost its sting for most of us, but we still had the need to have it buried even when we continue to act like a damn N-word! Look at that: N-word. Why do we walk around here saying this? It looks and sounds stupid. What are we first graders? Why is there a need to literally control this word? Is racism still that hurtful, or is it something else causing all the ridiculous attention that Bill O’Reilly has received over the past week? The attention was so severe that Mr. Rainbow/Push Coalition decided to go on the O’Reilly Factor after denying invitation after invitation for years. I guess if Jesse is upset all of us should be.
However, I am not one of the countless black people fired-up over Bill speaking his mind. There was no reason for me to get my Hanes boxers in a knot when in fact what Bill O’Reilly said was not racist! Not even close. If you have only heard the parts of the audiotape that CNN published to the world (in their efforts to boost their ratings) please go back and take a listen to the entire transcript, and then remove yourself from the ‘I am a victim of racism’ posture. After sitting in this REAL place for a moment, you will discover that what Bill said was not bleeding with prejudice. In fact, what he said was not even inflammatory. But, CNN wanted us to believe it was - in another attempt for them to get more of us to watch their network while never disclosing to the public that they are way behind Fox in viewer-ship. The facts are not mine!
What is inflammatory is how so many black people have become hypocrites like those we really do not like: Some White People. I find it two-faced that we (black folk) will say to each other, ‘I pray no black person shows their behind up in this black restaurant and I hope we get decent service up in this black restaurant.’ But, when a white person thinks and says this he is a racist. Now, that is not unbelievable. I can believe that we are suspicious and critical of each other, but no one else can be. This is an affect of slavery. The excessively critical and baseless suspicion part. Something the inventors of slavery in America know we will never be able to shake: Self Hatred.
The very essence of hypocrisy is within us, and we need to stop allowing some egotistical zealot control our emotions. Stupid is what I called myself when I began to get mad at Mr. O’Reilly. Then I thought: ‘I need to have control over my feelings. Bill O’Reilly should not have this much power over me.’ If I was able to do this, why couldn’t all of Black America do it? I will tell you why: We continue to subject ourselves to their (the system’s) plan. We are so subjugated that the power we slowly gain day after day is quickly diminished because we have no clue of how not to give our precious power to someone else.
Of all people, Bill O’Reilly, dominated our hearts, minds, and spirits last week. An unintelligent and controversy-seeking man did all of this to us after we were successful at rallying against this decade’s most popular injustice: The Jena 6. Additionally, as we were fighting against this injustice we had a black man telling a judge and jury that it is okay for a black man to call a black woman a bitch. Of all people, Isaiah Thomas, said this with the confidence that other black men would agree. Whoa!
I ask again: Who is winning this battle? Last week I was convinced we were close to pulling ahead, and then we allowed our hyper-sensitivity and an arrogant former black unsportsmanlike basketball star to set us back.
Bill, you won! Go ahead and do what you always do: Gloat!
Black Hypocrisy appears to be conveniently infectious considering Brian Nichol’s new defense strategy states that years of racism caused him to kill innocent people in Fulton County’s courthouse a couple of years ago. Another black man not taking responsibility for his destructive acts. Sarcastically laughable and dangerously pathetic!
Written by Muata. Inspired by that person who called and asked me, “Did you hear what Bill O’Reilly said?” I heard his comments, I ain’t offended, and I will still be concerned about one of us showing their behind up in a black restaurant because we do cut a fool now and then. If ya black ya know what me talkin’ bout!