Unfortunately for black people, too many so-called “black leaders” are actually of poor quality, in other words, worthless. You see, that means that they are really punks – and I use that word advisedly, both as an adjective and a noun – and you can look it up.
Now you and I know without looking anything up that being a punk out on the streets means that a person so afflicted is weak and afraid. Old-school blacks may still call homosexuals punks, but I’m not talking about them. In fact, that may really be a misnomer for that group because they certainly know how to organize and fight for their rights, and they mostly build businesses and enhance neighborhood quality and property values wherever they settle.
But these punk (you know what) black leaders are pushed out front by or through powerful interests precisely because they can be manipulated and controlled; and because they are callous, immoral and in a permanent state of stupor. Just look at the new shuffling character on the national scene, one Michael Steele, the black would-be shill for the Republican National Committee.
What are Michael Steele’s principles? Did you know that he almost became a Catholic priest? Will he ever stand for something, hopefully something that is righteous – but at least stand up for himself? He won’t stand up to Rush Limbaugh, and he flip-flopped on pro-life. Steele’s public persona after just a couple of months on the national scene is a dazzling array of pure confusion.
Take a good look at the Congressional Black Caucus (CBC) that is mostly heard about each fall when our black congresspersons put on a weekend of sex, sin and sensationalism, incongruently mixed with various workshops in Washington, D. C.; all sponsored by the corporate world. There are nightly parties in hotel suites all over town, bars are full, limos and cabs are flitting everywhere, filled with merry blacks dressed in their finery. And of course there are luncheons, dinners and shows with top black entertainers performing.
Do you know of any project or thrust that has emanated from a “Caucus Weekend?” There has to be something out here after all these years, don’t you think? Whatever they do from one year to the next seems to be one of the biggest secrets in America.
There is also that confounding contradiction glaring right at black caucus members: If the purpose of said organization is to harness power for black constituencies, then why are white congresspersons that represent majority or near-majority black districts not recruited or “drafted” to join the caucus?
There are some 10,000 black elected officials in the U. S. A., and as a numerical collective they cannot see that unbridled power rests within the body of them as a whole, and, therefore, they never come together, regionally, nationally or otherwise. It obviously is not visibly apparent within this would-be collective that slave mentality conditioning is the culprit. All one has to do is observe the Caribbean and all of Africa to understand the existence of this potent residue.
If the Overtown black neighborhood of or near downtown Miami (depending on your perspective) was a white Cuban enclave before the construction of Interstate 95 tore that historic and thriving community apart, there would have been organized havoc from Miami through Tallahassee to Congress and then the White House. I-95 would have been built around Overtown, not through it.
Now here it is 2009 and blacks are groveling, to white Cubans no less, who virtually run the whole of Miami-Dade County. There will be a Marlins baseball stadium in Little Havana. There’s tons of money at stake. As usual, black leaders have waited to the eleventh and a half hour to get involved. And, as usual, they are resting their hopes on long-range promises that have many twists and turns to them.
They just don’t have the fortitude. Black leaders don’t organize their people. Their primary participation, indeed, obligation to outside political and economic interests, is to get out the vote when needed and keep a lid on seething discontent.
Therefore, black leaders don’t have any real strength, and, as a result, neither do the black people they ostensibly represent.