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Are they? Are they? Are the allies of rabid racists “Fine People?” Yes, according to our Fine President. Those cheering alongside racists, fascists, neo-Nazi, white supremacists, white nationalists, and the KKK are “Fine People.”

When he first said this, I was quite surprised. How could he say such a thing. Right there in the hallowed lobby of Trump Tower, in front of those gold-plated elevators, steps away from Fifth Avenue? I was aghast. Surely the President of the United States of America did not equate racists with anti-racists, fascists with anti-fascists, KKK with anti-KKK.

But why on earth am I surprised? This man has said and done the worst things. Worst than any publicly praised political figure in my lifetime. “Grab em by the pussy.” “Mexican rapists.” “Little Marco.” “Crooked Hillary.” Ever since the day he descended the escalators of that same lobby, Mr. Trump has said the most appalling things. Things that many would never say. Things that we all think and may say in the most intimate of spaces. Such things that haven’t been said out loud beyond the go-go bar nor HBO in a generation. Things that would make Sarah Silverman blush, he has dared to utter into the living rooms of the ever faithful American religious right wing conservative, and beyond.

But perhaps that’s why I’m quite surprised. It’s quite surprising to see such sedition in plain sight, with my very own eyes…and hear them with my very own ears. I’ve heard of them through the lips of many others, as they lamented the water hoses, the police dogs, the lynch mobs, the death camps. For generations “Fine People” have been committing evil atrocities, prompting equally “Fine People” to rise up against them.

The “Fine People” of the North, came down to fight the “Fine People” of the South in order to put an end to slavery. The “Fine People” of the Allied armies, joined forces to defeat the “Fine People” of Italy, Germany, and Japan. The “Fine People” of the Civil Rights Movement led a non-violent movement against the “Fine People” of the Jim Crow South, many of whom held many a fine picnic just beneath the lynching tree. The “Fine People” of the United States of America invaded the “Fine People” of Vietnam, and the “Fine People” of Saddam’s Iraq, and the “Fine People” of Bin Laden’s Taliban who weaponized a plane full of “Fine People” bringing down two towers filled with “Fine People” on September 11th, 2001. All very “Fine People.”

Everyday I live and work and worship with “Fine People,” living “Fine Lives” longing to hear the words, “Everything is just fine.” “You are doing everything well and right. You are in no way and by no means implicated in anything that is evil or undesirable or inhumane. You are powerless to do anything beyond the many good things you are already doing. You are fine. Everything is just fine. Or is it?

What’s most surprising about Trump’s charge that there were “Fine People” on both sides, is its brilliance. It’s brilliant because, as Americans, we all just wanna be “Fine People.” This has become the bar for all of western humanity. Mr. Trump himself was accused of having a family of “fine people” by the very opponent that he accused of paying off her husband’s rape victim. Many voted for President Trump, under the assumption that he was a “Fine Person” with “Fine Children.” In 2014, #BlackLivesMatter protested “fine white people” who deeply believe New York’s Finest are policing just fine, thank you very much, despite the unarmed death of the not-so-fine black body of Eric Gardner. Almost all of the policemen who committed these murders have been acquitted because they are “Fine Policemen” called to protect and serve “Fine White People.”

The problem with “Fine People” is that they are rarely fine, “bless they’re hearts.” “Fine People” are really restless, fearful people willing to do anything to reach the not-so-high bar of feeling just fine, thank you very much. “Fine People” are willing to forego just about anything to remain just fine. “Fine People” are only willing to tweet the bare minimum to insure that everything remains fine. “Fine People” are satisfied with waiting out the rage so that we can get on with the fine business of representative government. “Fine People” are only moved to action when the immediate luxuries of they’re “Fine Lives” are frightened and frustrated.

More than anything, “Fine people” want us all to believe that everything is fine so that those of who are far from fine, will do the least amount necessary to bring about any real  and lasting social change. For this reason, both the fascists and the Antifa were far from fine in Charlottesville, VA on August 12, 2017. One side was evil, the other courageous, each committed to fulfilling its respective agenda: one, the complete annihilation of non-white races…the other, the full equality and inclusion of all people…both by any means necessary.

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I get it. You were fed up. You couldn’t take it anymore. You’re tired of being told how to think, what to say, where to go, and who to love. You are fed up with being called a racist. You are tired of feeling guilty for being white. You are tired of being forced to pay for entitlements that your don’t want or will never need. You resent having to earn a degree in order to make a living. I get it. You are fed up. So you said, “Fuck it, I’m voting for Trump.”

I get it. You are fed up. You want to be heard. You must be heard. You will be heard! And I hear you. Actually, I’ve heard you all along. I’ve heard you all my life. I know what you believe, as you rammed it down my throat. I know what you think, because you forced me to learn it from your one-sided textbooks. You’ve actually been very outspoken about it, from the pulpit, the town square, and the football stadium. I sat silently on your couches and at your dinner tables and in your pews. I’ve overheard exactly what you think about blacks, Jews, gays, and woman. I’ve sat close by scared to disagree. Scared to tell the truth. I was skeptical of your skepticism, but wanted you to be true because you seemed so right. I wanted to believe you. I needed to believe you, but I knew you would never believe me. And when I shared my naked gay truth, you did not believe me. In fact, you rejected me.

So, yes. I get it. You’re fed up. You are so pissed off with the liberal revolution surrounding  you that you voted for Trump. You chose him over me. Your friend. Your veteran. Your testament. You wanted to send the message that you are anti-abortion, anti-black power, anti-gay, anti-government, anti-immigrant, anti-etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I get it. Trump’s subversive rhetoric was refreshing. He told it like it is. He didn’t care what anyone thought. And to you, that was liberating. You were waiting for a world where you could be who you are and say what you want without impunity. As such, you elected a president who has done the same.

I get it. You are fed up. You are tired of being laughed at, condescended, silenced, and dismissed. That’s totally understandable. And now it’s time for the rest of us to shut up and listen. It’s time now for we liberal elites to listen and understand your pain…to empathize with your plight, now that you have elected a demagogue into the White House. It makes perfect sense. People suffering so much pain that can only be alleviated by a protest vote, deserve to be heard.

So, yes. I get it. You are fed up. You demand to be heard! But what you must understand is this: It’s really difficult to listen to your silent protest vote, when for generations you haven’t tried to hear mine. The futility of your argument rests in the fact that your vote alone is your pain elixir, while we fellow citizens on the left carry the deep pain of racism, sexism, and xenophobia that our sacred vote has yet to absolve.

I AM human. I AM black. I AM gay. I AM Christian. I AM devastated. I AM disappointed. I AM shocked. Yes. I knew it was possible. Which is why…I debated. I donated. I wrote. I posted. I preached. I prayed. I voted. I have always known the potential of hate and fear and ignorance. I have always suspected that people are less good than they appear. I have always reserved a sense of suspicion in the face of optimism. While others celebrate victories, I usually resist total jubilation. I was all in for Clinton because I knew President Trump could win. I resisted Bernie, because I feared President Trump would win. I know the depth of racialized hate in the United States of America in the name of God, because I have been called a nigger! I know the pain of homophobia in the heart of America in the name of God, because I have been called a faggot! I know the unbiblical hermeneutics that are used to construct a justification for the rage preached from American pupits, because I have been excommunicated! It is real. It is alive and well today. Say what you want about the economy…and jobs…and health care, but we all know that it is WHITE HOT RAGE that elected President Trump. It is the red-blooded hate that resists the unfamiliar. It is real. It is deep. It is ripe. It has always been here. We thought it was defeated, but it is back. I AM ok. I have seen and felt worse than this. I will heal. But I AM not sure America will, or even wants to.

Well done, President Trump.
Well done, United States of America.

 

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Obama is retiring. Having served faithfully as the first Black Commander-in-Chief, it’s time for him to vacate the White House. Just as the inauguration of 2009 allowed us to see what we had never seen before, the inauguration of 2017 will allow the same. For the first time in American history we will witness a Black president pass the torch to a white president. Who will it be? It’s the final weekend of the 2016 campaign and no one is certain. What we are certain of is that, once again, the results depend on the Black vote. So much is riding on whether or not Blacks will turn out to vote at 2008 levels. If Blacks do not turn out to vote for the First white Woman president in 2016 to the same extent that we turned out to vote for the First Black president in 2008, then there may not be a First white Woman president in 2017. Once again, the burden of the country falls on the back of the Black vote.

Ironically, Republicans have long realized how pivotal the Black vote is. Long before many Blacks knew and long before many liberal whites knew, the Republican party knew what was at stake with the Black vote. While Blacks were gleefully gloating over our First Black president, the Republican party was strategizing the demise of the Black vote. While Republicans were strategizing the demise of the Black vote, Black voices were being dismissed for screaming #BLACKLIVESMATTER. So with new legislation to suppress the Black vote and no new legislation to uplift the Black voice, the burden of the country falls on the backs of Black people. Whatsoever shall we do? While I am certainly WITH HER, I am a lil frustrated that the Black vote is being pressured at the last minute. Why should the voiceless poor in Black America lay aside the cares of our Black world to arrive at a poll that may not let us in. Why should the voiceless poor in Black America show up to cast a protest vote against Trump when #BLACKLIVESMATTER protesters go unheard. Suddenly, on the weekend finale of the 2016 campaign #BLACKVOTERSMATTER.

Ironically, it was not the Black vote that moved the Obamas into the White House. It was the white vote, particularly the young white vote that #FelttheBern hot enough to elect Obama. That 54% of young whites #FelttheBern for Obama and turned out to vote for the First Black president is more epic than the fact that 96% of Black voters turned out to vote for him. Those 54% of young whites who #FelttheBern may not turn out to vote for the First white Woman president, thus placing the burden of a Hillary victory on the Black vote. Yes, voiceless Blacks are under tremendous pressure to lay aside the cares of our Black world to arrive at a poll that historically suppresses the Black experience. So, while young whites who #FelttheBern exercise their right to stay home because they just don’t trust HER, Blacks will shuffle along to the polls to prevent a Trump presidency from illegitimizing the legacy of the First Black president…and prevent further damage to the Black experience in modern America.

locker-room-talkI’ve been in plenty of locker rooms in my life…beginning at age 12. I remember the horror of having to change clothes in front of my male peers in 7th grade. I remember being scared to talk to other boys while only in my skivvies, let alone threatening sexual assault against a girl. As brutal as we were toward one another on the playground, the locker room was quiet time. We were in and out. I remember being on the track team in the 11th grade, less shy about my body but still very careful about how I moved and what I said. We bragged about the speed of our sprint, or the upcoming calculus test, or whose homework to copy, or the hole in someone’s left sock, or the upcoming house party, but certainly not about grabbing females by their genitals. As an adult, the locker room at my neighborhood gym is a bit more complex. The talk ranges from protein drinks, to the latest football score, to speechless extended glances…but never do I hear men boasting about accosting another man’s wife. If anything, they are concealing that they even have wives…or desire them. Most men make it a point not to linger to talk about anything to anyone. So when I heard the GOP nominee credit his sexualized verbal assault against a woman as “locker room talk,” I was somewhat confused. In what locker room do boys say such things? At what school? In what health club gym are men openly and publicly discussing forcing women into having sex with them? Don’t get me wrong, man talk can be brutal. We say awful things when our mothers and sisters are absent. But let’s not label this “locker room talk.” Instead, let’s just call it what it is…APPALLING! Whether in the locker room,  on the golf course, at the construction site, in the board room, from the pulpit, in the chat room, or on the campaign trail, this kind of speech is deplorable. Yes, 100% DEPLORABLE. And it’s time for all men everywhere to SPEAK UP! Unlike Billy Bush, who was complicit in Donald Trump’s heinous banter, all men of ethical, moral, and spiritual esteem must denounce Trump’s alleged  “locker room talk.” All men everywhere must denounce Trump’s “locker room talk” as hate speech! All men everywhere must declare that Trump’s “locker room talk” is verbal assault against all women everywhere! All men everywhere must decry that Trump’s locker room language is reckless in that it uses the innocence of the boys locker room as a cloak for a grown ass man to dismiss his own deep-seated, self-loathing and utter disdain against, not just women, but all people everywhere, thus disqualifying him from public office.

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Manspreading since 1979

Yes, I do it. I’ve been doing it since kindergarten. I don’t mean to do it. But I do. Usually, on the train when no one is next to me. Sometimes, I catch myself and close it up. Most times I only realize it when I need to square up so that someone else can sit down next to me. Why is that? I’m as queer as Christmas. I don’t require much airflow. So just why am I so wide open? I think it’s because I subconsciously (…and consciously) want to be ominous. It’s my defense mechanism. If I spread my manhood, the truth of my insecurity will be less obvious. I think this is why I am onto Trump’s manspread. It’s a defense mechanism, hiding the truth of his insecurity. He’s not a dumb man. He’s just a man. A white man. An insecure man. A man who is subconsciously (…and consciously) ominous. What he lacks in substance, he makes up for in musky posture. For this same reason, he gets a pass that Hillary will never get. Womanspread is not yet a thing. She has been groomed to sit properly. Legs closed. Within Her lane. When Her true thoughts are exposed, she will always be disdained. She has learned to lead by keeping them enclosed. This is why the leaked Powell attack on Hillary is essentially a sexy manspread that exposes his moxie but besmirches Her modesty. Should Her true thoughts and needs be revealed, she would surely be shamed…as she has been.