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    I Bear Witness

    I Bear Witness
     

     
    I sit, I watch,
    and I grow ever more obsolete
    as I bear witness:

    I bear witness
    to a once vibrant people greedily gulping down society’s hemlock. Even as they claim to be “keeping it real“, they continue to kill, maim, and despise their own in hot pursuit of the prime directive with the passion of a sheetless klan.

    I bear witness
    to Black fists in the air in false solidarity promoted by self-serving poverty pimps as the world looks on and giggle at crooked fingers pointed elsewhere.

    I bear witness
    to the superficial attempt to ban the “N-word” while the new "un-niggas" stand around watching children killing children and fathers drugging sons, as they celebrate, lionize, and enrich those who denigrate the very womb of their culture with impunity.

    I bear witness
    to a generation of lost knowledge, cut off from its roots by Ronnie’s “Just say no” generation of crack, greed, death, and political corruption; A generation where the new N-word is pronounced “Responsibility” and the keepers of the flame completely ignore the destructive power of bitch, slut, whore, and tramp.

    I bear witness
    to the reckless disregard of the words uneducated, irresponsible, and classless. Should we not ban these words as well, or should we ban banning words altogether as we celebrate their meaning?

    Yes, I do bear witness.
    I bear witness to a new world -
    a world where gross ignorance comes disguised as enlightenment, and funky sneakers look down with disdain upon the sweet smell of Florsheim; a world where saggin’ pants and gaudy glitter enable country bumpkins to masquerade as elegant, and the exquisite surrender of eloquence is the very essence of what it means to be hip.

    Where's Langston? Where's Baldwin? Where's Oscar Brown, Jr?
    We need you stormin' this beach, because . . .

    I now bear witness
    to a world where motherhood stands alone, to be “dope” renders a smile, and posterity is forced to embrace the wind for paternal sustenance; A world where the walking dead strut about rapping the wisdom of idiocy, and we praise the illiteracy of vulgar nursery rhymes as profound; a world where the mother of salvation's final gasp is compared to the pigmentation of brown paper bags.

    Malcolm, Martin, where are you?
    I once stood with a crowd. Now seemingly alone, I'm forced to bear witness -
    horrific witness . . .
    to the imminent demise of our people,

    And my heart bleeds.


    Eric L. Wattree
    http://wattree.blogspot.com/
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    Citizens Against Reckless Middle-Class Abuse (CARMA)

    Religious bigotry: It's not that I hate everyone who doesn't look, think, and act like me - it's just that God does.

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    Great piece of poetry.

    But I do feel that Martin and others are out there. Thousands of them.

    They just do not receive much air time!

    But as I noted elsewhere, the powers that be aint helping the situation:

    But Hugh McInnish, a member of the Madison County Republican Executive Committee who also sits on the state Republican Executive Committee, set out to school the DOJ on the real reason racial disparities exist in Hunstville: “Life is unfair.” In a press conference at his gated community and a letter responding to the DOJ last week, McInnish offered a litany of bizarre “proof” that racial disparity isn’t “manmade,” claiming “blacks misbehave on average more frequently than whites do,” and that black students are unable to perform as well as white students. To McInnish, the only “manmade unfairness here” is that the DOJ wants to “correct a problem that is not of their making”:

    McInnish went so far as to include in his letter a chart that purports to show the “black crime rate as (a) multiple of (the) white crime rate.” The chart indicates that black people commit more than six times the violent crime of white people overall; it has them committing about eight times as many murders as white people and more than 14 times as many robberies.[...]

    McInnish also argued Tuesday that the gap between white and black students’ participation in advanced courses is not because black students are not afforded the chance, as alleged in the Justice Department letter.

    Instead, he said, the gap exists because black students are not able to perform as well in advanced classes.

    http://thinkprogress.org/

    So I picture a 10 year old with a propensity for the piano, a twelve year old enthralled by dance, a fourteen year old astonished by the stars, and thousands of children with great aspirations and no one there to urge them on.


    Hi Richard,

    I typical GOP fashion, Mr. McInnish has taken a kernel of truth and prepared a banquet of lies.  History has clearly shown that Black people, like any other group of people, excel in any endeavor that they are rewarded to pursue.  They used to say that Blacks were incapable of playing major league baseball.  And prior to Johnnie Cochran stepping onto the world stage, they used to say that due to the impact of affirmative action, Black professionals were professional in name only, and they were not as competant as their White counterparts. 

    Even in my own case, when I revealed  to a high school counselor that I wanted to become a writer, I was given a lecture on the importance of setting realistic goals. So I immediately dropped out of school as a direct result of that discussion.  After all, if my dreams were limited to becoming a mechanic, why was I wasting my time in school?  I would probably still be adrift if three years later an insightful judge hadn't given me the option of going into the Marine corps instead of prison.

    So while there are undoubtedly problems within the Black community, a tremendous amount of creativity and brain power also resides there.  As any cognitive scientist can attest, the very same creative intellect that went into the development of a Duke Ellington, Charlie Parker, Ray Charles, or Langston Hughes, can also be applied to Biology, physics, or any other endeavor. 

    As an aside relative to this discussion, I've just recently found out that I have another son.  My name is Eric Lamont Wattree, and his is Byron Lamont Wattree.  His mother and I came together as teenagers, then shortly thereafter I went in the service, so I knew absolutely nothing about him.  His mother, who contacted me several months ago, told me that she didn't tell me about him because almost immediately after getting out of the service I got married, so she didn't want to "disrupt my life."

    Byron is currently doing 25 years to life in prison on the three strikes law.  But while he's been in prison he's obtained five AA degrees (he can't obtain a BA in prison), and six Certificates of completion in everything from mathematics to Biology, and he's currently running a program in prison to help other inmates to obtain degrees. He's also a very powerful writer.

    So I have an intimate appreciation of the negative impact that environment can have on Black youth. You see, my other son, Eric Lamont Wattree, Jr, who my late wife and I raised, is currently a federal agent. And prior to becoming a special agent, when he was in the air force he was Airman of the year  for two years row, and was requsted, by name, to accompany President Clinton all over the world. He was given a commendation by the Air Force for his service.  He was recommended for officer candidate school, but when the agency that he currently works for requested him, he was discharged on the spot after six years of service.

    So the key to igniting the brain power in the Black community is to reassess our priorities and begin to reward excellence.  We've got to get young Black men to pursue knowledge with the same passion that they pursue going into the NBA or NFL.  And therein, lies my mission.


    Well put Wattree.

    I guess you can even have epiphanies in prison!

    Maybe you have found a new Malory!


    BRAVO!

    Excellent!

    Otherwise speechless.


    Thank you, Emma.

    It's very gratifying to be heard and appreciated.


    Eric, this very much echoes the sentiments of the Native American Elders I know.  They say it is like watching the children and grandchildren being stolen all over again, only this time instead of the young being forcefully assimilated into white culture, they are being coaxed by dreams empty of honor.


    Wow!

    Flowerchild, I wish I had said that, and I just may at some point in the futrue - but I'll be sure to give credit for it.


    Beautiful, Eric.  Not to diminish in any way what you've written here, but I feel much the same way about American labor: 

    "I once stood with a crowd. Now seemingly alone, I'm forced to bear witness -
    horrific witness . . .
    to the imminent demise of our people,

    And my heart bleeds."


    So do I, Ramona.

    Although we'd never know it to listen to Beck and Limbaugh, the racial conflict was the last war.  We're currently knee deep in a class war that we simply must win. If the corporatists and GOP win, America will no longer be America.

    But maybe there's a silver lining here.  When the people begin to feel what's happening to them, chances are it bring us all together to once again appreciate the importance of freedom and justice to our way of life,


    Well done Eric... as usual!

    My only comment is that we cannot be satisfied to wait for another great leader like Martin or Malcom to come along. Each person must take action, not necessarily dramatic, earth shattering action but action nonetheless.  Each act of conscience has the power of inspiration.  Each act of courage has that power too.  Each act of witness opens eyes and thus attracts the gaze of others who might otherwise never have seen a thing.  Martin and Malcom did what they could do.  All of us are responsible for doing similarly by doing what we can do.  We cannot expect everyone to do the things they did or possess the same abilities.  Recognizing the wide range of contributions that can be made, it is never too much to ask people to do what they can.  The only failure is in doing nothing.  When we do this, eventually, the cumulative effect of a million acts of conscience, courage and witness has unlimited power.  Though we may feel as though we wander alone or very nearly so doesn't mean we are.  Millions all around us feel the very same way.  In order to eliminate that feeling of isolation we must join together all those of like mind.  The fact that we do not forget who we are and how we should be living means we have reason to look forward to tomorrow with a measure of hope at least equal to the amount of seemingly intractable despair we see around us.

    Keep the faith Eric.  Your witness does not go unnoticed, your voice unheard, or your sorrow unfelt.  You are not alone.

    "When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall.

    Think of it - always." ---Mohandas K. Gandhi


    You know Oleeb, there is a reason I like you!!! ha


    I completely agree, Oleeb, and your eloquence is not lost on me.

    I'm going to take your comment and send it to my son, who's in prison, that I spoke of above.  He gets one of the papers that I write for delivered to him in prison.  In our last discussion he said, "I hear where you're coming from, Pops, but how are we gonna get through to the people?"  I intend to send him your eloquent response.

    And you're absolutely right about Martin and Malcolm.  Actually, I used their names as a metaphor to represent voices of like mind. As I'm sure you are aware, in poetry, unlike prowes, you shoot for the heart, rather than simply appealing to the intellect.  So the use of Malcolm and Martin was merely a poetic device.  I agree with you.  We don't need one voice speaking for millions; we need millions speaking with one voice.


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