I am a newbie blogger, welcome to my very first post! As a journalist by day I report and write for a living so have been reluctant to get into blogging too. But I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore about the Black attack. Specifically it was this week’s news that Harold Ford thinks voting for Barack Obama is akin to suicide. According to the Associated Press: “It’s a slim possibility for him to get the nomination, but then everybody else is doomed,” Ford said. “Every Democrat running on that ticket next year would lose — because he’s black and he’s top of the ticket. We’d lose the House and the Senate and the governors and everything. I am a gambling man. I love Obama. But I’m not going to kill myself.” That’s what drove me to this blogging point.
When it comes to Black folks, as a Black woman I am all for independent thought (need more), challenging our own (need more), diversity of views (we definitely need more), and speaking up (our silence — that’s what’s killing us). I am also a realist — which means that my cynicism runs deep through my veins.
Still, there is something down right sad when even Black politicians have so little faith that Black folks can or will succeed that they are willing to tell the world that it is better to vote for the other guy, or in this case gal, because any Black man — even articulate ones — can never win.
It was bad enough that Obama’s candidacy has brought brown paper bag parties out of the closet with everyone from Cornell West to Debra Dickerson debating his Blackness. But the level of the lack of respect for ourselves that we must have that we have so little faith, is truly, well, ghetto.
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