Kinda late - apologies. TGP
© 20 April 2008, The Griot Poet
Sound bites like nanotech NANITES flip-flop through cyberspace at light speed pace, “elite” is the twenty-first century code for “uppity” Negro. So let me be the first cultural hero to admit:
I am bitter!
Because you see, I didn’t turn the other cheek on August 26, 2003 – date of my lay-off and coincidentally the four-year anniversary of my beloved father’s death. So, though I bravely ventured into the unknown, I was baptized “kicking and screaming” into the Dead Sea of depression, landing on the sandy shores with the taste of salt on my tongue,
I “walked through the valley of the shadow of death” as “fiery darts” wickedly assaulted my dreams and my means to survive, giving me a plausible script for my own demise. No help from my spiritual mother and father who at the time had their own issues…
I was alone.
Until I was challenged to wrestle from sundown to morn,
I mourned less the life I led and would not let Him leave me until I said: “bless ME!”
I walked away, limping, battle-scarred and with the title of P-R-I-N-C-E.
To keep my mind and my sense,
I recorded my angst on blog-to-book: “Unemployed: A Memoir.”
I’m not white. I’m not blue collar.
My father was, and he had that and the other side of the double-edged sword in his back how he was treated: starting with “n” and rhymed with “figure.”
The gas pump;
The checkout line;
My mortgage doesn’t really give a rat’s whether I’m an Independent, Republican or Democrat!
So, just maybe I’m a little “uppity” to think Richard Dawkins has NOTHING for me, even though he may number me among Whitman’s “fleas”: Cambridge professors-cum-NY Times bestsellers can’t list on their curriculum vitae:
- Bus boycotts;
- Marches on Washington;
- Nobel Peace Prizes;
- Opposition to Vietnam/Iraq;
- Poor Peoples’ Campaigns…
So, maybe I’m a little “uppity” clinging to my spirituality (and sometimes my guns) because the three functionalities left to me of dysfunctional PNAC governments the unholy trinity of:
- Or Anarchy
From which we are a hair-trigger, so let me be the first cultural hero to admit:
I’m an “uppity” Negro that’s bitter!