
Yes you lied to me all these years
You told me to wash and clean my ears
And talk real fine just like a lady
And you’d stop calling me Sister Sadie
Oh but this whole country is full of lies
You’re all gonna die and die like flies…
I don’t trust you any more…
Alabama’s gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
— Nina Simone, “Mississippi Goddamâ€
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A few weeks ago, Barack Obama had “transcended race.†A few weeks ago, conservative pundits were licking his fundament (whether in earnest or simply to boost the chances of the presumably beatable Democrat one will never know). A few weeks ago, any mention of anything that even suggested that Barack Obama was black got blasted by his camp and his supporters as inherently racist.
But Barack Obama adopted Afro-American culture (that of the American descendants of African slaves) a long time ago. His church and its preacher are very much in the Afro-American cultural tradition. So is his wife. To those of us old enough to have seen our father’s live in fear of being brutally reminded of the weakness of their middle-class purchase, the word “goddamn†slips easily from the lips. The word “America†might even be next to it.
Those of us whose relatives are old enough to have told us stories of long road trips in cars full of food because they knew no restaurant or diner would serve them on the way… for those of us who suffered the damage done to our fathers who grew up knowing that their mothers, their children, could be killed, maimed or just publicly spat upon and there wouldn’t be a goddamned (there’s that word again) thing that they could do about it… for those of us who watched the humiliation of being prey corrode the best parts of men… for us, the words “god damn†are often at hand.
And Obama knows it. That’s what’s been so galling about him to date. Is this the only way a black man can run for President— by pretending not to know what every Afro-American man and woman knows he knows? He knows why his wife made her comment about being proud of America for the first time in her adult life. You see, we don’t divorce America from her crimes. Her triumphs are shoved down our throats from cradle to grave, so we see no need to trumpet them yet again, especially when they so often inherently deny our existence and overtly deny our significance. America saved the world during WWII. Then black veterans returned home and couldn’t live where they wanted to live, couldn’t get work in accordance with their skills, were not treated with the respect due their status as human beings. Pardon me if that taints the glory just a little.
