Ever since I added the great soul master Lou Rawls and his stunning 1966 vinyl to my record collection, LIVE, its last track a monologue titled "Street Corner Hustler Blue" about the south side of Chicago, I knew Rawls' "hawk" would still arrive every winter but never dreamed the murders of blacks on blacks would continue and grow past the year 2000 and into the faux promise of a new millennium.
The south side of Chicago is where Obama eventually would live in the 1990’s, visiting Rev. Wright's black liberation church most weekends. It’s where Obama was married, the same church where Wright warned that America’s chickens were coming home to roost. Rev. Wright could have never imagined that one of his sheep would throw him under the bus after years of listening to sermons, the pastor labeled as just another liability to Obama, among others, to winning the 2008 presidential election.
And the public could have never imagined that Wright, who screamed "goddamn America," would retire to a gated community to live in a million-dollar home in a country he had railed against for decades. No matter what generation you live in, the truth is always in the eating of the pudding.
It is the south side of Chicago where many hundreds, if not more, murders of black citizens have occurred for well over four decades since Rawls recorded his "LIVE" album. The violence seemed to worsen under Obama's watch, the city's Democrat-controlled political machine realizing there was little that could be done to stop it.
With so many blacks murdering other blacks, teens finding themselves dead in the middle of it all, I think Americans, including whites, had already thrown their hands up in the air believing it would always be. Even Obama’s race-baiter Sharpton ignored it, seeing no personal profit in trying to resolve it.
And the elite Marxist white editors of the New York Times continue to follow Obama's lead of never allowing a good crisis go to waste, as one of their own, a black editor, tried to turn black murders into another race issue in a recent tweet writing, whites enjoy watching cops kill blacks.
To put this into perspective for the reader, a hate message is tweeted by an African-American editor who is employed by the top progressive newspaper in America located in an established ivory tower that sits among America's wealthiest on Manhattan Island.
I remember when listening to that "LIVE" album, everyone in the audience laughed and cheered during its 1966 recording as Rawls spoke his smooth monologue under jazz sounds in a last track that described life for many on Chicago’s south side in the late 1960's.
They laughed and cheered because they knew it was all true, spoken about a young Chicago black hustling for new girl friends, Rawls reminding us that while doing this the hustler, wearing a diamond stick pin, had been standing next to a white-on-white Cadillac. Rawls then warns the audience that the hustler’s wife was entering the scene, running down the street screaming how come you're out here hustling and doing all those other good things?
When I was a teenager a decade before Rawls had recorded his album, I sometimes rode with my dad when he took the short cut home that took us past some similar scenes in Florida. I remember seeing some expensive cars, including an actual white-on-white Cadillac that my dad couldn’t afford, parked in front of a small run-down home with little kids running around the front yard with no shoes on their feet.
While I attended an older high school built in the 1930's, there was a newer modern high school down the street from where the Cadillac was parked. It had actual barbed wire attached to the top of a concrete wall that surrounded its campus, wire that kept the neighborhood teens from breaking in and destroying the inside.
I'm now 73 and have watched the New York Times become extremely comfortable with its progressive ideology for those many decades since Rawls sung those songs that included Tobacco Road.
But in 2014 the Times would be forced to acknowledge the evidence, that an 18-year old black who had robbed a store, roughed up its manager, and then tried to take a gun from a policeman sitting in a patrol car was no angel. That evidence was so overwhelming even an African American U.S. Attorney General, who had called the U.S. a nation of cowards, couldn't convict the officer who would eventually have to shoot the young man . . . a man some in the corrupted Obama media would label their “gentle giant.”
So what did the first black President of the United States, Barack Obama, do about a Ferguson Police officer who protected himself from a huge individual that had just robbed a store and then tried to punch the officer's lights out and take away his gun while he sat in his patrol car?
Obama sent three government officials to the thug's funeral and pushed positive spin on protestors who would eventually morph into Obama’s former OWS movement, marching through cities on command screaming, Hands up, don’t shoot. Others in the angry crowds across the nation held up professionally printed signs for the cameras to see, a report coming out the protests that originated in Ferguson had been funded by an organization run by a socialist who had helped Obama in his run for president in 2008.
The same city where the youth was shot also had its stores robbed by mobs signaled to come quickly for the easy pickings after the news of the shooting got out. Those same private businesses would be looted a second time while the Democrat Missouri governor, Ray Nixon, who had been elected under the coat tails of Obama in 2008, elected again in 2012, purposely held back the state's National Guard from protecting them from Obama's inspired rioters. It allowed droves of thieves to not only rob but burn many of the stores down to the ground, as had been demanded by the dead youth’s stepfather.
While CCTV cameras caught hundreds of faces of thieves robbing the stores, even catching images of individuals setting some stores on fire, Barack Obama and his selected leader of the U.S. Department of Justice had little interest in bringing any of those individuals to justice. Those ruined stores were owned by immigrants and other blacks who had employed local citizens, now suddenly without jobs.
All this makes something perfectly clear for me: If the New York Times' progressive organization existed in 1776, it may have done everything in its power to call those who wrote our Constitution racists against the British, hoping to cause riots to hang those who became our forefathers.
The Times' ideology is not unlike the story about a turtle, a venomous spider asking the slow walking shell for a ride across a stream. The turtle queried, You'll bite me. The spider said, That's silly, I would drown, too! The turtle, convinced, swam into the stream with the spider on its back.
In the middle of the stream the spider suddenly bit the turtle. The turtle felt the sting and started to grow weak. He demanded from the spider, Why did you lie to me?
Looking at the turtle with eight dark eyes, the spider replied, Because it’s in my nature. And so it is with the Times.
Oh, that officer who almost lost his life? He also lost his job, another casualty to the political correctness born from America’s first black president.
But what's also ironic is that after these many years of Obama’s rule, I will never have to wonder how the first black president could have turned out if retired Lt. Col, Allen West, a 22-year decorated African-American veteran of the U.S. Army, had instead been elected president, a war hero many of the cowards in the progressive media still hate today.
Seeing how this same elite media greeted the recent national success of the movie, The American Sniper, nothing has changed for these progressive pariah who love to suck on America's tit while complaining about the success of those whose labor produces the milk.
Looking at Obama's rule over the last six years, aggressively supported by this same aloof media, I remember a warning from Chaucer in the 14th century about a result that comes from corrupted leaders. America today is being subjected to the same warning over the extreme progressive and corrosive leadership that comes from the election of this country's first crotch-salute president . . . If gold rusts, what then can iron do? - Webmaster
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