A FB Copy, Book 2

Sort of the Sequel....out!


B4 I head off for a baseball game on the Xbox b4 bed, I wanted to share a quick story about my son and I. Jared and I, well, butt heads like two goats fighting over a Pepsi can. He's, well, different, as was I when I was a lad. A social reject, girls didn't dig me, and well, I got teased more than an 80's white girl's hair.

I see a lot of myself in Jared, which scares the shit out of me, because he is someone of so much talent, intelligence, potential, awesomeness, and a gift that could make him so successful in this world.

Then I think of T. Martin. He sounds like a kid similar to Jared. 17 years old...only 7 years and change older than Jared. Gone.

I butt heads with my boy, I yell at him WAAAAAAY too much due to frustration when he stares at me blankly, and I know he hasn't heard a damned word I said. He's been lying to me lately, and I think about all the bullshit I fed my mother back in the day. Never say Karma isn't a raving bitch (or a non-paying child support asshole, to be fair). However, I love him so, and I can't imaging what T Martin's parents have had to deal with for the past month and change. The outrage that this country has presented is admirable...

...and quite fruitless. No one will change, because it is the human race's fatal flaw.

So, as a father of a child who one day will probably be hated or disliked because of his mixed heritage, never mind the other child who was blessed with a 3rd Chromosome probably hearing "retard" in his future. However, I keep on fighting, trying to make at least the older one see that I am not just the guy he considers "mean." I am just a dad, who grew up in the Bronx, been mugged 3 times, has been called nigger twice, has had older Caucasian females get nervous around me, even tho I haven't dressed like the stereotypical young rap fan in some 20 years. I have also seen my own people destroy themselves, kill themselves, and make it to the point that I am more worried when I am with my kids when I see someone who may look like T Martin did, even tho he may be just as innocent as that young man was.

That makes me just as guilty as the piece of shit who is running free in Sanford. Except I may joke at times about everyone, but I wouldn't shoot a white guy cuz he looked like a skinhead.

Maybe hand him a lollypop (anyone over 35 will get the reference), but that's it.

So, to conclude, Jared and I, well, we butt heads. But I'll keep on risking a stress related heart attack, in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, one day I'll get him to stand up, listen, believe in himself, stop being a dumbass (I know, that won't happen; he isn't even a teen yet...get the Reggae Red ready, Carla Updike Flagler!) and well, grow up and not have me bury him because he was on his way back home, and he happened to wear the wrong bit of clothing.

Note, he lied to me 3 times this week, and I warned him that if he did it again, that shiny iPad of his is on eBay the next day.

If I gotta be the meanie that's also a dick, I guess I better get some fitted condoms.

Hope all y'all who stuck around on FB w/me have a good week.

At least baseball starts in 10 days...:)

A FB Copy, Book 1

This is something I Posted on FB, and wanted to share it with folks. I actually submitted it to the NYT; however, I figured just drop my rantings on my blog page, as that it's been a minute since I've been back.


Dear America:

It's been nearly 236 years. Your ancestors ran from tyranny from the British, yet, it seems your own citizens are busy trying to crush those who you don't think are worthy, just so you can hold onto your own power. Slavery has been gone for 136, yet black folks not only have to worry about walking around minding their business and getting shot for NOTHING except being guilty of having better tans, but are killing themselves physically as well as mentally. The rich simply don't give a f*** about the middle class, who they are trying to snuff out of existence.

A president, who, despite his many flaws, is judged more on what his religion is, or if he is a socialist or not, where ultimately, if he was a white guy from the Hills, no one would say s***. I know this because the man who proceeded him, the one who actually brought this country from a good place to a huge deficit, chasing a war that his daddy couldn't finish, is being wished he could serve a 3rd term. We are so utterly divided, because of how we are were raised, or the hatred and ignorance that is taught to all sides, that there truly is no hope that we can all sit in a room, forgetting about the color of skin, the size of the bank accounts, or whether or not you may like the same sex or worship the same god, and simply having a conversation, figuring out what the hell is wrong, and, wait, fixing it.

I am sorry, because I am sure I'll piss off some folks, but what is truly wrong with just judging a human being on their character? Or trying to not be mad because someone has a nicer car than you, that you have to put a bullet in his or her ass instead of being happy with that Hyundai you drive? I have seen dirt ass poor people happier than the richest person, because they have a family full of love and respect. Is it too much to make happy endings something that happens besides in movies?

I guess the T Martin thing simply struck a nerve. I remember the Yusef (forgive the spelling attempt) Hawkins killings in the 80's when I was growing up in NYC (or the fictional, even though inspired in fact, climatic scene in the brilliant "Do The Right Thing"). I actually called my cousin, who has lived in Brooklyn most of his life, to see if it was safe to bring my white wife and my interracial children to go to an Aquarium one of these days.

How sad is that in 2012?

Sad enough to have something so obvious as a 17-year-old kid who didn't join a gang, seemed to be a normal kid, walking home 1 minute with some Skittles, and now is a buffet for worms.

God Bless America.