pg 200-203 dreams from my father barack obama

Among the handfuls of groups to hoist the nationalist banner, only the Nation of Islam had any significant following:
Minister Farrakhan’s sharply cadenced sermons generally drew a packed house, and still more listened to his radio broadcasts. But, the Nation’s active membership roughly the size of one Chicago’s biggest black congregations – a base of broad based programs. In fact, the physical presence of the Nation in the neighborhoods was nominal, restricted mainly to the clean-cut men in suits and bow ties who stood at the intersections of major thouroughfares selling the Nation’s newspaper, THE FINAL CALL.
I would occasionally pick up the paper from these unfailingly polite men, in part out of sympathy to their heavy suits in the summer, their thin coats in the winter; or sometimes because my attention was caught by the sensational, tabloid-style headlines (CAUCASIAN WOMAN ADMITS: WHITES ARE THE DEVIL). Inside the front cover, one found reprints of the ministers speeches, as well as stories that could have been picked straight off the AP news wire were it not for certain editorial embellisments (“Jewish Senator Metzenbaum announced today…”). The paper also carried a health section, complete with Minister Farrakhan’s pork-free recipes; advertisements for Minister Farrakhan’s speeches on videocassette (VISA or MasterCard accepted); and promotions for a line of toiletries – toothpaste and the like – that the Nation had launched under the brand name POWER, part of strategy to encourage blacks to keep their money within their own community.
After a time, the ads for POWER products grew less prominent in THE FINAL CALL; it seems that many who enjoyed Minister Farrakhan’s speeches continued to brush their teeth with Crest. That the POWER campaign sputtered said something about the difficulty that faced any black business – the barriers to entry, the lack of finance, the leg up that your competitors possessed after having kept you out of the game for over
three hundred years.
But I suspected that it also reflected the inevitable tension that arose when Minister Farrakhan’s message was reduced to the mundane realities of buying toothpaste. I tried to imagine POWER’s product manager looking over his sales projections. He might briefly wonder whether it made sense to distribute the brand in national supermarket chains where blacks preferred to shop. If he rejected that idea, he might consider whether any black-owned supermarket trying to compete against the national chains could afford to give shelf space to product guarnteed to alienate potential white customers. Would black consumers buy toothpaste through the mail? And what of the likelihood that the cheapest supplier of whatever it was that went into making toothpaste was a white man?
Questions of competition, decisions forced by a market economy and majoritarian rule; issues of power. It was this unyielding reality – that whites were not simply phantoms to be expunged from our dreams but were an active and varied fact of our everyday lives – that finally explained how nationalism could thrive as an emotion and flounder as a program. So long as nationalism remained a cathartic curse on the white race, it could win the applause of the jobless teenager listening on the radio or the businessman watching latenight TV.,,,,There was never much room at the top of the pyramid, though; in a contest framed in such terms, the wait for black deliverance would be long indeed. During that wait, funny things happened. What in the hands of Malcolm had once seemed a call to arms, a declaration that we could no longer tolerate the intolerable, came to the very thing Malcolm had sought to root out: one more feeder of fantasy, one more mask for hypocrisy, one more excuse for inaction. Black politicians less gifted than Harold discovered what white politicans had known for a very long time: that race-baiting could make up for a host of limitations. Younger leaders, eager to make a name for themselves, upped the ante, peddling, conspiracy theories all over town- the Koreans were funding the Klan, Jewish doctors were injecting black babies with the AIDs virus. It was a shortcut to fame, if not always fortune, like sex or violence on TV, black rage always found a ready market.
Nobody I spoke with in the neighorhood seemed to take such talk very seriously. As it was, many had already given up the hope that politics could actually improve their lives, much less make demand on them; to them, a ballot, if cast at all, was simply a ticket to a good show. Blacks had no real power to act on occasional slips into anti-Semitism or Asian-bashing, people would tell me; and anyway, black folks needed a chance to let off a little steam every once in a while – man, what do you think folks say about us behind our backs? – ”

Is it fair to say some racism here? Obama was led to buy the Islam paper when he saw anti-White articles in Islam THE FINAL CALL. a term
of terrorist muslims who are spreading world wide to destroy all those that don’t convert?

Prehaps W Gates needed to let off some steam, as all blacks need to?.

Rev Wright, once a muslim, ‘s finally a church Obama could relate too.

enjoy this LA campaign speech from Obama without teleprompter (eh uh ah) stating his Father’s origin, his experience living in Indonesia (6-10 yrs old)
and creditability in the muslim world.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v.....re=related

“The Pennsylvania law needs to be struck down, Ms. Hayden said, because “the way this law has been applied would mean that any big organization that does paid voter registration drives could be subject to charges at any time.”

It really is just words to these people. The state passed the law banning paid voter registration drives *specifically* so that any big organization that does paid voter registration drives could be subject to charges at any time. The fact that you violated the law, apparently knowingly and on purpose, does not mean that the law needs to be struck down. Quite the opposite in fact.

When I relocated to a different county, I made a big deal of taking my newly-turned 18-year old daughter to the Registrar of Voters and we both registered in our new county, in person.

No big deal.

Ditto! If they are too lazy to get off their duffs to register to vote then to actually go out and vote, they deserve whatever government they get. Of course then it would be hard to stuff the ballot boxes if everyone had to show some ID to vote and we can’t have that. How would the Democraps ever win another election? In most states when you renew or apply for your driver’s license they can sign you up right then so it’s not that difficult.

As far as the ACLU is concerned, we have an alternate meaning for acronym; All Criminals Love Us.

If you cannot take a proactive step to register of your own accord perhaps you do not care enough about the process to even make an informed decision.

What a waste of money, time, and resources.

How’s that for a performance standard, ACORN?

Eliminate voter fraud – eliminate ACORN (be a good start)!