It’s only going to get worse when bush has all of his supporters in place. From the Supreme Court to a job at 711, this is what makes the NeoCons and KKK (one in the same) proud.

These people, the ones who supported bush and paid for both of term in office and the ones who constantly cry: “Day tuk ur jerb!” (They took our job).

And, this is why this poem applies:
‘I’m tired’

A six foot three inch bald head Black man
Being kicked around and kept down wherever they can
At work at school on the highway, “don’t move!”
“Get your hands up, lay down!” Can’t keep my feet on the ground.
Trying to pull myself up by my boot straps, my mind is peppered with hatred
Every time I see that, “you’re murderer, you rob, you steal” on the American news.
If you’re caught up in materialism, capitalism guess what, you lose.
This American system has black men running full speed, dead last.
Except, on the track field, football field, basketball court.
If you choose another profession, it’s for white men of course.
You cry and you scream racism, discrimination, you’re fired!
Can’t fight this schizophrenic, racist American system, it’s too big
I moved away, I’m tired.

Of course this has nothing to do with our legacy of slavery.  After all ours is the land of he free and home of the brave, so if you can’t get into UCLA it’s your own damn fault.  And if you don’t have health insurance that’s your fault too.  Enough of this blame game, ours is the land of opportunity, or so we’re constantly being told.

Which means wer’e racing backwards in time now, as, until forty or so years ago the Univesity of California (every campus) was, with notable exceptions here and there, mostly a while male enclave.  This showed up especially in the graduate schools.  Perusal of lhe graduate school yearbooks prior to the sixties were noteworthy in the rarity of black faces, with very few women (except in education, nursing and liberal arts) and with maybe an occasional Latino in each graduating class.  These yearbooks are a vivid reminder that, back then, as increasingly now, if one wasn’t a white male, higher education?  Forget it!

Then, in the sixties, breakthrough, or so it was thought.  Alas, it’s turned out to be temporary, much like what happened after the Civil War, before Jim Crow asserted its ugly ways.

And now we’re going back, way, way back, and who knows when or whether it’ll stop?  Unless, of course, we change the world, which begins the moment we see to it that Congress cuts off all funding for the Iraq war and and then impeaches President George Bush, after which he’s carted off to the International Court of Criminal Justce, there to be tried for his crimes against humanity, whereupon empire collapse.  And then?  It’ll be up to us.
.