Kind of a quiet weekend at home, lots of chores and little time to sit in front of the yahoo box.  I had hoped to watch the events on the National Mall Saturday, but alas, with school right around the corner, I had an appointment with another mall, one of considerably less stature and history. However, as we debated the right three-ring binders and searched endlessly for the perfect color pencil-case, my mind would occasionally wonder what dream would be discussed at the mall on this occasion and if my white-bread children were entitled to share in it.


The dream fades. Was it meant for me?

When I was young, Dr. King’s dream was one that we spoke of often in school, dreams that we all wanted to see come to fruition and share in.  Dreams that we all agreed, even at that early age, would make the world a better place for us, and hopefully for those who would come after us.  It saddens me to see that the dream is fading, and that content of one’s character had been replaced with one’s political affiliations and the abrogation of personal responsibility.  Would Dr. King recognize his dream today, let alone stand with those who now occupy the podium fifty years later using his stature to further the cause of their victimhood and self-interest at the expense of all the young black men who are dying daily at the hands of other young men of color? Men who gave us Freddy’s Fashion Mart or Hymie town, never having to atone for their own failings but extending their crooked fingers to shame the rest of us?

Dana Milbank of the Washington Post spoke tenderly of his connection to King’s original speech that day on the mall.  However, as is usual with those on the left, his comments were focused squarely on his own experience and laments that his generation lacked the noble cause of his parents, nothing for he and his cohorts to march against, protest for or heaven forbid, fight and die for.  For those of his age who do see a cause to fight such as Obamacare, or the fight over limited government, he insists that they are “governing as a fight to the death, with no possibility of a negotiated peace,” as if the liberal left is ever willing and ready to compromise on matters like freedom of religion, abortion or Obamacare. Odd, others have found their calling, their noble causes, while Milbank impugns those causes as manufactured crises.  If only.

I never had the chance to be on the mall in 1968, not only because I would have been in school that day, but because my mother was doing shift work in a factory while my father was in a remote jungle, trying to help other people fight their own noble cause, one that Milbank and his parents pooh-poohed as well.   I may have run into Mr. Milbank and his parents who were, in his words, “hippie” forerunners.   I could very well have passed by them as they stood with their signs, screaming and spitting at us as we entered the various military bases we were stationed at when we escorted other service families retrieving their dead sons.   Degrees of separation.

Eric Holder too spoke this Saturday, informing us that to expect someone to present an ID to vote is discriminatory and disenfranchises blacks and other minorities. Suing the state of Texas over their voting laws is one of his noble causes.  Being unable to acquire an ID is the real manufactured crisis, remedied by the same ID’s one uses to cash a check, check out a library book, rent a DVD, get their welfare, SNAP, EBT cards, liquor, get on a plane or as it turns out, enter a Democratic Campaign event.  If you’re really concerned about the staggering unemployment rate among young black men, limiting the influx of illegal aliens might be a good start.  Ouch, Illegal alien is so un-PC, I should have called them unregistered Democrats.

Not to be left out, Colin Powell weighed in on matters of race this weekend as well, quite sure that the Zimmerman verdict was “questionable.”  What’s actually questionable is a man of influence and power continuing to stir racial divide, based on the license he has to do so because he’s black.  Just another individual all too certain that he can discern what was in Zimmerman’s heart that night, aside from the obvious fear that he was getting killed by the kid on top of him.  Don’t forget to mention skittles, JP, that’s vitally important.

Powell insists that all presidents have a responsibility to discuss the nation’s history of racial injustice.  Of course, only about the victimology, not about the people who were not black but locked arms with Dr. King nonetheless, nor should we discuss any failing of the black community or its leaders.  Heaven forbid we have the real discussion about black on black crime that is killing the majority of blacks, as well as the black on white crime that constitutes the largest percentage of interracial crime today.  Ask Mr. Obama why Chris Lane is of less value than Trayvon, why his parent’s don’t have the same visibility to a president who should speak out on race.  Explain how all whites can be tainted with the racist label easily over Trayovon’s  death or Oprah’s inability to ogle an expensive bauble, yet When 88-year old Shorty Belton is bludgeoned to death with a flashlight or 99-year old Fannie Gumbinger is murdered in her own home, the left is either shamefully silent or ready to blame white people for the hardships, lack of morals or plain decency displayed by the black youth who ignored their victim’s’ civil rights, and more so, their sacred right to live.  Black leaders claim to want a discussion on the history of racial divide, which I barely lived through in the 60’s, based on slavery, an institution that existed in the black community as well as white communities farther back in history than before this country was founded; and during this one-sided discussion, have whites be responsible for the failing of all races while blacks assume no blame or responsibility for the failings of their own.  Was that the dream?

You were Trayvon.  I was Chris Lane.  Then I was Shorty.  Now I have to be Fannie.  Until you decide you want to move forward on race, have the gut-wrenching conversation and bring solutions, not accusations to the table, you push people of all color farther and farther away.  Of course, you can still blame us; it sells and can really drum up the votes.  Speaks to the content of your character.

Or was I mistaken; was the dream intended for only one color?