Allow me to paint a not so hypothetical scenario for you…
A middle aged white man decides to demonstrate that he is clearly in need of a significant level of professional help from a mental health specialist by Launching an gun attack on a group of women in a Pittsburgh Fitness center.
As fate would have it…We know why he did it because he was considerate enough to leave a note outlining his hatred for women.
Later…a blog of his was found in which he delves into some bizarre unhip dialect of ebonics where he decides to sentence white women to a lifetime of impalement and general abuse by Black Penises. He figured that since we had conquered the White House (thanks to the Liberal Media, of course) that we could be his useful idiots and screw white women the way he thinks Obama will screw the country.
Oh…you DON’T believe me?
In light of this I got ideas outside of Obama’s plans for the economy and such. Here it is: Every black man should get a young white girl hoe to hone up on. Kinda a reverse indentured servitude thing. Long ago, many a older white male landowner had a young Negro wench girl for his desires. Bout’ time tables are turned on that shit. Besides, dem young white hoez dig da bruthrs! LOL. More so than they dig the white dudes! Every daddy know when he sends his little girl to college, she be bangin a bruthr real good. I saw it. “Not my little girl”, daddy says! (Yeah right!!) Black dudes have thier choice of best white hoez. You do the math, there are enough young white so all the brothers can each have one for 3 or 6 months or so.
*cues the horrible scratch of the record in my head*
What did my penis do to get inserted into this situation. Don’t Black men and their penises (Penii?) get enough drama for the issues they actually involve themselves in without Getting added in as accessories after the fact?
I was out in the streets for most of today, so I only heard snippets from the army of talking heads referencing racism and Obama.
Now, I am not exactly a mental health specialist, although I’ve been known to perpetrate one on Twitter.
Suffice to say whenever a straight white man fantasizes about white women being savaged sexually by Black men, it is bound to cause attention.
As the OWNER of a black penis…I confess that I am just a weeeeeeeee (Penile Punnishness alert) bit uncomfortable with the insertion (theres another one) of my penis into such a tragedy.
The unfortunate reality is that the mere presence of a Black Penis, no matter how incidental to the topic, can tilt the focus towards the penis. In this series, I will address some of my own suspicions and issues with black penises. (Penii?)
As I ponder the penis for way more time than I have any business doing…I would encourage you to post in the comments sections particular questions and comments for me to address.
More on this tomorrow.
Of all the roles that I embrace, and I have enough to fill a Business Card holder, my role as a father is paramount. As the father of not one, not two, but now three young black boys, it becomes painfully apparent as I watch the news that the worth of the lives I have brought into the world is much greater to me than it is to the society in which they come of age. My third son is due in a month or so. This will mark the third Black Male I have brought into the world since Troy Davis was sentenced to Death in Georgia.
I confess that Mr. Davis’ plight has not been particularly high on my radar. I am not especially informed in a unique and insightful way on the particulars.
But I am acutely aware that in this society, with the criminal justice system in the condition it is in, Today’s Troy Davis could be tomorrow’s David, David, Devan or Dalen Parrish.
These injustices happen on all of our watch.
I challenge you to read the details of this injustice and remain silent. To do so betrays your humanity, just so you know.
Troy Davis was sentenced to death for the murder of Police Officer Mark Allen MacPhail at a Burger King in Savannah, Georgia; a murder he maintains he did not commit. There was no physical evidence against him and the weapon used in the crime was never found. The case against him consisted entirely of witness testimony which contained inconsistencies even at the time of the trial. Since then, all but two of the state’s non-police witnesses from the trial have recanted or contradicted their testimony. Many of these witnesses have stated in sworn affidavits that they were pressured or coerced by police into testifying or signing statements against Troy Davis.
One of the two witnesses who has not recanted his testimony is Sylvester “Red” Coles – the principle alternative suspect, according to the defense, against whom there is new evidence implicating him as the gunman. Nine individuals have signed affidavits implicating Sylvester Coles.
In a time where social media allows people to gather the power of consensus so quickly and inform the masses with the power of numbers, The Story of Troy Davis must be told and retold to avoid the story being repeated with new names and new details.
You cannot be serious.
On the morning of the murders, Balfour went to the Hudson home in Chicago’s struggling Englewood neighborhood, where Jennifer grew up singing in the church choir, and where her success and Oscar win are a source of community pride.
That’s where Balfour saw the birthday gift that he attributed to Julia’s alleged boyfriend and warned her again, Snow said.
Both left around 8:10 a.m., when Julia went to work as the three victims slept.
Balfour told detectives he went home on the train using a public transit card. But the card wasn’t used that day, Snow said, and Balfour didn’t turn up on security video taken at the train station. Instead, cell phone records place him near the Hudson house until about 9 a.m., by which time authorities say both Donerson and Jason Hudson had been killed. Donerson was shot in the living room. Jason was shot while still in bed.
Not that any motive would have brought sense to this tragedy, but the fact that the motive was this petty only makes me suspend my normal desire for the rule of law and turn to the kind of justice a Marsellus Wallace would mete out.