From the day a Black Man had the courage to run for President, the haters came out in droves.
Despite their lies and tricks and attempts to smear Barack Obama, they failed. And there it was; a Black Man in the White House!
There were groups popping up, some like the Tea Party were the Ku Klux Klan in drag. Others pretended to be Republicans.
The Republicans didn’t pretend anything. They were racist and hated Obama because he breathed. That he was breathing from the Oval had them smashing things.
For eight years the haters steamed. They took out their anger on unarmed black men. They wanted a President who would slap down everyone who wasn’t white. Everyone, from a Mexican to a Haitian, was to be deported by any means necessary.
The idea of building a wall is ridiculous. Everyone knows that today it is meaningless. This isn’t the ancient days this is the time of planes and submarines and even tunnel digging. Putting a Wall across the border is idiotic.
The haters loved this.
So Donald Trump became president.
Black lives don’t matter. No one hears about ‘unarmed black man killed by police’. It could be happening one an hour, but it isn’t going to be on the front page.
That Trump might have gotten Russian help to get the Oval is ignored by his toe cleaners. Just knowing there’s a big boorish ‘good ole boy’ in the White House is enough. The kind of guy to grab women’s fronts, to shove people out of his way, to insult anyone that crosses his path; just like some semi literate red neck in the swamps of Georgia.
One assumes that eventually the hatred of the Black Man will fade. That what happened last year won’t be the centre of their lives. That their hate, expelled, they’ll look around and see that they don’t have health care any more, that everything is set for the rich to get richer and the poor to get poorer.
Soon enough they should realise that just maybe, letting hate rule, is not the wisest way to exist.
Or, considering their infinite stupidity, maybe not.