ONLY YOU KNOW WE'RE HEADED-A Reprise
Written June 1, 2008

We've got to find a way...to show that we can invoke change.

Change is difficult for many. Could it be the fear that Obama might actually bring a peace America has never known?

I found it very interesting how after the DNC ruling on Florida and Michigan...no...during the motion/petition deliberation, the ‘breaking news’ of Barack Obama's departure from the Trinity United Church was plastered all over. Perfectly timed.

By the way, does anyone know the reason why Michigan and Florida violated DNC rules and held their primaries on January 15th, as opposed to the Jan. 29th date in accordance to DNC guidelines? Could it be that nobody took the Obama campaign seriously? I found it amusing to watch the sudden desperate pleas to be seated. While empathizing with the voters of those states, a rule is a rule is a rule. Then again, we all know what the Governor of Florida thinks about election rules and regulations.

Hillary Clinton's plans to appeal the DNC's ruling (The final disposition would be rendered on or around the time of the Democratic Convention in August) is another distraction. I only hope objective voters see beyond the smoke and mirrors.

Look, I'm inclined to cut through all the politics and just say what this all comes down to:
Is a country that is controlled by white people willing to embrace a Chief Executive that has bronze skin? Is America ready to follow the lead of a person of color? My clear vision tells me this is the culmination of the Civil Rights Movement, and many are afraid to face a possible reality of it.

Sadly, that reality has many of our own afraid to embrace the notion passionately. Fearful of a tremendous letdown come November, the cynical ‘let's just wait and see’ approach that has paralyzed progress has us holding our breath. In some ways it's akin to the ‘I can do bad all by myself’ mentality with regards to black relationships of the heart. A jaded community is so scared of that disappointing feeling that comes with getting hurt that we stand in place and claim a false happiness.

The rhetoric makes me want to holler, and throw up my hands.

Steeling myself with grace, dignity and an unwavering determination against those who think an African-American man and wife in the White House is an egregious act, (BLACK MAN AND WIFE IN THE WHITE HOUSE... BLACK MAN. WHITE HOUSE. Phew, don't mind my zone. Care to join me there?) I'll have strength for my future president, if the attacks get worse. A simple smile and ‘Heaven, Bless You’ is a wonderful shield against cultural subjectivity and racial ignorance.

Surprisingly, I'm also thinking baseball right about now. Recalling the journey of Henry Aaron, and the many hateful and despicable letters he received in pursuit of Babe Ruth's cherished home run record, I marvel in the fact that he never expressed an ounce of hatred to such negative inundation. Like Hammerin' Hank, we can't let anger get the best of us, and let our logic get beyond control.

Showing that there's no room in this land for the traditional ways of hate and rage by way of political gamesmanship, we've been given a glorious opportunity to rock the world's foundation by hollering YES WE CAN.

I Think He Can...

You?