It started off as a simple conversation during the staggeringly platitudinous “let’s build a memorial to MLK” hug-o-rama in DC on November 13. I was there representing my company because… um, it is my duty as the token black who also happens to be a woman—an equal employment opportunity officer’s wet dream, thank you very much.
Maybe one day I will gather my wits (and guts) enough to write about the absolute banality of a $100 million memorial in the midst of one of the most perilous times for African American males… high school and college graduation rates at an all time low; incarceration at an all time high. Half the companies who have pledged money to this insanity could not care less about racial equality because… well, I’ve freakin’ worked for them.
Oh, God. And then the myriad of civil rights fossils who have not had a semi-lucid thought since 1964 trying to lecture us (the young and the black) about the good old days, and lamely hinting at what sellouts we’ve been. Meanwhile Jesse Jackson was sniffling while angling for camera time. Ugh.
The whole thing was so creepy. And by the way,
So a simple conversation turned into a big conversation and now the Wonqette household is on the verge of moving! Mo-freakin’-ving. As in moving from one state to another! It is chaos. It is mayhem. It does not have a good beat and you can’t dance to it.
So that’s where I’ve been all this month. Blahblah. Blogging will resume as things settle.
In the meantime…
I see Ato Meles’ bloodlust hasn’t abetted. The Somali war is looming over us like an insipid logic readily dangles over Rumsfeld’s head. Seriously, can’t we get Ato Meles a blood-‘n-gore video game to keep him busy, or isn’t that good enough for irrelevant, semi-literate African warlords any more? Sigh. They are so temperamental.
Also, blogs and websites have again been blocked in
The EPRDF is going down. The question is, are we ready? Spiritually, politically… are we ready?
Be back next week.