This slag, with a name that is not worth the electrons, is the face of White Power and leadership in America.

I went to a grammar school where the word "nigger" was not even capitalized. This word was a fact of life every day and it came out of the mouth of the Sheriff's slutty daughter, the principal, and the teacher who invited her father to speak to my sister's class

The teacher's father talked about niggers and my sister came home in tears.

There is no stage of grief for dealing with racism like that. There is no stage of grief for that day. Not anger. Not denial. Not bargaining. Not acceptance. Not depression.

But there is a benefit to getting older after being a part of the revolution. Becoming the first to make a serious accomplishment makes us the ones who get to talk about racism.

 My best music teacher was a good man. He truly cared about my voice and talent and even got my mother to pretend that she cared whether I lived or died.

He was a good man until I had enough of how he treated my classmate who was one of the Owens family. That family had its ups and downs but the kid just wanted to learn music and music theory.

My music teacher treated that young man like a dog. I lit into him and got excused from the rest of my classes for the day, because the argument lasted that long.

The Brothers Owens went on to become iconic musicians and that is still going on. Nathan and the others will always be stars in my eyes.

But for my best music teacher to kill the hopes of one of my own people just broke my heart. 

There is no stage of grief for that day. Not anger. Not denial. Not bargaining. Not acceptance. Not depression.

Here they are, the Brothers Owens

I went on to college, just to hear one of my first post secondary English teachers bloviate about how European literature was the only literature of any value to the world. We did not have much more than Richard Wright at the time, but that argument went up and down the halls of higher learning, too.

I heard my first Psychology professor, a Japanese, bloviate about the inferiority of Black people. It felt good to walk out of that psychotic monster's class. He also said that he could fuck all of the women in the class if he wanted to.

 I think I ended up in a survey Physics class.

There is no stage of grief for those days. Not anger. Not denial. Not bargaining. Not acceptance. Not depression.

 There is more. There is more. Racist Austrian classmates at that liberal hotbed, CAL,  who insisted that South Africa needed Apartheid; Racist Hindu immigrants who snarled and snapped at us when we went to the doctor; and a woman racist at the Oakland Tribune who was fine with giving me the job until I showed up for the interview.

 In the military, there were racist gays and lesbians. Out of the military and back in the world, the Japanese companies were sending instructions to the jobs agencies to not send any black applicants. 

 There is no stage of grief for those days. Not anger. Not denial. Not bargaining. Not acceptance. Not depression.

Now, the dog whistles blow louder and louder as all kinds of foreign immigrants, many of whom are darker skinned people than me, and who never fought for or built anything here, are grinning and sitting up like dogs in a park. They get better treatment and are shown more interest than our ancestors or we ever were afforded. 

If we just fake an accent, we cease to be the hated descendants of slaves.

People smell blood and opportunity in the air, and most of that blood is my people's and some of that blood is mine.

 There is not now, and there never was a stage of grief for racist times like these. Not anger. Not denial. Not bargaining. Not acceptance. Not depression.

 Ronald Reagan grabbed the White house by pushing the idea that my hardworking college friends and myself were "welfare queens".

Our parents had technical and college degrees. They taught us the value of hard work. Only to have an old punk bear false witness against us to the entire world.

 Ronald Reagan, that draft dodging, fake bastard, barged into to my state of the union, where my Grandmother helped to settle 500 acres,  my mother pioneered the home worker's program for poor White people, where my ancestors and cousins and siblings and I made history.

When he libeled and slandered us to the world, he had built nothing but the smoke and mirrors of Hollywood.  He never put his life on the line at Port Chicago, in the Skies over Germany, or on the open seas.

And the racists of this nation now equate that drug pusher with God or Martin Luther King. 

And so many American elections now go in favor of the candidate who runs on a racist platform.

There are "debates" now, where CNN and MSNBC and FOX are set up to enable a string of racist and hate filled outrages, each new one more spectacular than the one that came before it. 

The racists want to disenfranchise their political enemies, bending the rules and breaking the laws in new and creative ways. And they have a corrupted Supreme Court to ease our way back into the dark ages of civil wrongs.

 There is no stage of grief that resolves such maniacal and out of control evil.  Not anger. Not denial. Not bargaining. Not acceptance. Not depression.

Even the closet racists in the Democratic Party want to continue with the Plantation Politics. The left is not so left, now that they actually have a Black president. They are enraged. President Obama was supposed to let them tell him what to do. 

Racism in one form or another infested America from the origins of this place and always will infest America.

The first Black president isn't even the descendant of slaves. Some people tried to deny that he was even Black. I am not satisfied with this turn of events.

No group of humans is more hated than the American descendant of slaves.

The first Black First Lady has to carry the burden. She must conceal her accomplishments while she is forced to play Barbie and Ken.  Yet she is still called an "Angry Black Woman". Yeah, call us that and see if we are still friends.

We have met the enemy and he is a racist.

We have everything to fear, especially racism.

 Don't ask what your country will do for you because your country only wants to do something about you.

Play the race card, I say. Hell, play the whole deck.  

There is not Justice, there is only Just US. 

 There is no stage of grief for this day, nor is there a stage of grief for the comeuppance that this nation is suffering through.

Not anger. Not denial. Not bargaining. Not acceptance. Not depression.