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In Praise of My True Black Friends and My Disgust at Rioters

IN PRAISE OF MY TRUE BLACK FRIENDS AND MY DISGUST AT RIOTERS

 

If you’ve known good middle class black families you would know that they would not act like white liberals or black thugs who indulge in black violence in places like Ferguson.

 

The criminals in Baltimore have no resemblance to the good unpublicized blacks that I have known throughout my lifetime.  My black friends are not malcontent, complainers like corrupt, tax-evading Al Sharpton.  He incites riots.

 

Sharpton started his career of blaming the innocent in the Tawana Brawly case. She accused six innocent white men of having raped her.  They didn’t.  But Al Sharpton led the charge against the police and the prosecutor who were all innocent.  Sharpton ruined their careers.

 

Laugh-In  used to give Fickle Finger of Fate Award.  Sharpton gives out the Fickle Finger of Blame Award.  He is always pointing at white men and cops.  He is always exonerating black thugs who commit most of the violent crimes against blacks. He is always declaring that whites are guilty until they are proven innocent.  And when they are, he jumps to the next imagined injustice.

 

Sharpton pretends that he stands for the black community.  I think the only blacks who are fooled by him are the looters, thugs and the President of the United States.  He is Obama’s constant house guest. 

 

Sharpton is like a vulture trying to pick at the bones of every racially tinged death.  Yet good blacks, honest blacks, grieving blacks have forbade him from their funerals.  Walter Scott’s family banned him from his South Carolina funeral, Akai Gurley’s family told Sharpton to “stay away from (his) funeral” and Eric Garner’s daughter said, “He’s all about the money.”

 

Yet Sharpton tries to muscle in on other people’s grief and celebrate his anti-white and anti-cop racism. Instead of being an arbitrator he is a race baiter.  He encourages antagonism so that he can ride out on his white horse and pretend that he is a peace maker.  He is more of an inciter.  He is a Peacemaker, a.45 Colt caliber gun.

 

Sharpton is the opposite of my black friends.  They  are not bitter.  They are beautiful people compared to the bitter agitators and the envious reverse racists.  They are not members of the Bloods, Crips, Gangster Disciples, Black Guerilla Family or Black Panthers.

 

My black friends have good senses of humor and want good futures.  They are not cruel and vengeful.  They are true friends.

 

It’s ironic that most of my  black friends are boxers and rappers.  Despite the reputation of these groups, they are good people.

 

I was both a rapper and a professional boxer and I hung out with them even when I was a prominent business man.  They were good people.  The boxers could take a punch. The rappers had a lot more rhythm than me.  They were not crybabies or wimps.  We never had an uncivil argument.

 

Even though my black friends were tough, they were too proud of their own talents to do something cheap and stupid like riot. They didn’t stab you or burn down your home if a cop accidentally killed someone that they didn’t even know.

 

Like Martin Luther King I have always loved blacks for their content of their character, their humorous personalities and the past obstacles that they’ve had to overcome. 

 

There is no character in looting and burning down buildings.  That is the work  of the fanatics and the encouragement of the liberals who want to adopt black racism in order to exonerate their own.

 

We have the right to protest even though I hate the way mobs get out of control and inconvenience passerby’s.  Back in the Vietnam days I marched on Washington.  Some jerks started throwing ashcans at windows.  I felt embarrassed to be part of a group so lacking in discipline and discretion.

 

I never protested again.  I wanted to be part of the solution, not the problem. The tearful complainers who pretend that the deaths of victims has anything to do with their uneventful lives should butt out.  We have enough problems without their self-destructive, confused, putative good will.

 

Not many of the Ferguson rioters were close friends with Michael Brown. If they were, they would have known that he was a thug.  If they think the color of his skin was more important than his punkish behavior,  then they are not worth redeeming.

The views expressed in this opinion article are solely those of their author and are not necessarily either shared or endorsed by EagleRising.com


About the author

David Lawrence

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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