Since I'm Black, I'ma Democrat?

Usually when I do a post, I try to shed light on topics that have been reported but need a different perspective on them. But with this post not so; I’m merely attempting to create some dialogue on the question of when did the Democratic Party inherit the black vote? I’ve spoken to African Americans throughout this presidential race and found that the majority of blacks are democratic. When approached as to why they’re allegiance is to the Democratic Party, I haven’t received an answer that is definitive. It does appear that the Democratic Party places little to no value on campaigning for the black vote, as if our votes are automatic or inherited.  One would think that for a race of people to align themselves with a specific political party faithfully, that race was a huge benefactor of who is put in power but that clearly isn’t the case for African Americans. Most African Americans that I spoke with lacked the insight as to where the K.K.K. or the Jim Crow laws were originated from (Democrats or Dixiecrats). Most blacks will point to Bill Clinton and say he was a pretty decent Democratic president but somehow overlook Bill Clinton’s bill of “Three Strikes’; which has been very detrimental towards blacks who committed crimes.

So if you’re reading this I really need for you to shed some light as to why African Americans are more faithful to the Democratic Party than the Pope is to Jesus Christ. At least the Pope does get a seat of superior notoriety, fame, paid luxurious housing, top notch security, splendid healthcare, and unlimited earning potential.  Is there something that blacks get from being faithful to the Democratic Party?

#Christ Life Matters

These times that we’re living in reminds me of a time in my life when interventions were conducted for me. As an alcoholic, I created havoc and made an ass out of myself every time I drank alcohol. Relatives would try to persuade me that alcohol and I was not a good couple and the remedy was for me to not drink period! Even though I didn’t like the consequences of my drinking, I wasn’t ready to stop. I tried cutting plea bargains with my alcohol use like; I’ll just drink on the weekends and never on a work night. I ran this one for years; I’ll just drink beer and leave the hard liquor alone. Who was I kidding; I was getting the same results in spite of my modified consumption.

If you look at the shape of our world today and conducted an honest assessment of things, you would come to the only logical conclusion; things aren’t getting better, they are getting worse. How bad are things? Well when you have to carry a sign around stating that your life matters, it’s BAD! Well,  If Jesus is the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords, but our society acts as if His life don’t matter, it makes sense that we are now having to protest and fight to prove that #Black lives matter, #White lives matter, #Blue lives matter, #Animals lives matter, because if we refuse to respect the King of Kings, then it’s only a matter of time before all of our little kingdoms, that we attempt to build, will be destroyed by the next man. 

Take a Look at Us

Let’s chat for a few minutes and open up some dialogue on a much needed subject. There has been a huge amount of chatter on the topics of “Black lives matter”, “White lives matter”, Blue lives matter” and so on and so on. As I’ve pondered on the phrase “Black lives matter”, I’m left speechless because if I have to hold up a sign that states my life matters as an African American, something is wrong. In the process of holding up a sign, stating that my life matters, am I trying to convince myself that my existence counts? Am I trying to convince others that my life matters?  Could it be possible that by holding up a sign stating that my life matters, gives the world a new revelation of my existence?

What am I getting at? Well to properly express my message, I will need to give an analogy. Let’s say that I have a little sister and everyday people in our neighborhood hear me calling my sister names such as; bitch, ho, slut, hoodrat, and crackhead. But not only do I ridicule her with a verbal onslaught; I’m seen slapping her, kicking her and forcing her to perform sexual acts with various family members. After some time, the same onlookers who saw me treat my sister with total contempt, start to treat her the same way; from calling her derogatory names to gang raping her in the street. Should it come as a surprise that people who aren’t related to my sister are dogging her, raping her and treating her with no respect?

You can chop it up a hundred different ways but that fact is, How we treat each other is a more powerful sign than the one you’re holding in your hands.