The very nicest, most gracious, and most polite strangers I have ever encountered, at least locally, for instance while shopping, were black people. I’m white, and way past my sell-by date. I felt unworthy, but grateful and quite touched by the kindness.
“Hey, you know something people?I’m not blackBut there’s a whole lots a timesI wish I could say I’m not white”
― frank zappa
I’ve been looking for a copy of Mr Hughes’ “First Book of Jazz” with the gorgeous illustrations by Cliff Roberts. Prices are out of my range, though…
‘Let America Be America Again’ is my favorite poem.
Now, I have to wonder….what would change their mind? Surely not years of racism, or being treated as if they are all up to no good, or being shot and killed by law enforcement. And while we’re on that; how does one enforce the law on dead black people?
“I mean, you got the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy. I mean, that’s a storybook, man.” -Joe Biden about Barack Obama (lest we forget). People can change their views; isn’t that a democratic ideal??
what happened to this strip?
February 13, 2017