The Coonery Must Stop

OK. I shared with some friends yesterday that I had been working on this blog for weeks. We had just seen these idiots to my right, and got to talking about how unbelievably ignorant black people are, when I shared that that was the topic of the blog I was working on. I shared that I wanted to show with pictures the evolution of black, from images of nobility, grace and prominence to freakin disgraces like these. One of my homies, Boston'sFinest, insisted that I finish the blog because "the coonery must stop."

(Just wanted to credit her for giving me this title.)

Now, let me first point out in the second picture above - where our two spokesmodels felt compelled to show their faces - the two young sistas in the background. See the look on their face? Well, that's how I'm looking at them too. And that's how I'm looking at this grandmomma...who thinks it's funny to put a liquor bottle up to a sleeping baby's mouth; and these losers...whose credit probably wasn't good enough to even own this car, who saw worth in putting Cheetos stickers on their leased car, but who probably could only afford to buy the bag of Cheetos in the one dummy's hands; and this hooka here...who, Lord knows, we all make mistakes and I'm not judging, but couldn't find another dress to wear to the prom?



Where have all the good blacks gone? Where are our men and women with just a portion of sense and pride and direction and morals and brilliance and strength? Are they a figment of our imagination? Extinct? Played? Gone on to glory? I refuse to believe that all of our leaders and heros and thinkers are gone. I refuse to believe that all our children have to look at are images of booty shakin hookas in video after video; or thugs with nothing better to do than drive through neighborhoods showing off dub rims (or whatever the term is), but who ain't got a friggin dub in the bank. Where, somebody tell me, have all the good guys gone?



Even when all we had was what massa saw fit to let us have, we still looked like we had some sense and dignity about us. When everything we ever owned, and anybody we ever loved was taken away from us, we held our head high. As neglected and abused and mistreated and used as we were, you couldn't tell. There was a time when we could write the book on BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL.



Now, I don't know how many black people can spell the word BOOK! With everything that's at our disposal now - and people, please, let's not turn this into a discussion about even or uneven playing fields - I know all about that - but with the advantages that we do have today, we choose to represent ourselves as everything but classy and tasteful. And where the advantage isn't ours, why aren't we compelled to look and do and act better? So what we can't all live on Capitol Hill property, or drive "nice" cars, wear designer clothing, or be edcuated at above average schools. Does that mean we have to resort to this?


Dang, my people! What has happened to us? When will this coonery stop?

Peace!