StubbornThings: “Black lives matter!” say the angry T-shirts and the sloppy signs. My first reaction to that statement is, “Okay. Sure.” And then they start chanting about killing cops and my brow furrows. What?! And then comes the “hundreds of blacks are killed by cops every year!” and I wonder who’s feeding these angry folks this kind of nonsense. But I’ve been putting some things together lately and I’m finding a glimmer of understanding.
This isn’t about cops. It isn’t even just about race – though our administration would like it to be.
The media would like that too, as would the leftist college professors. They would like for it to be all about the nastiness of white America, conservative America. But it’s not about that. It’s about policy that has decimated an entire culture, made it rot from the inside out. It is about policy that was birthed in the Democrat party, in the hearts of those who value power above all else. It is no wonder that these young people are angry.
I remember a time when I saw our black population as a strong, long-suffering, admirable people who seemed able to carry both their towering dignity and their poverty with the same graceful walk. They wove African rhythms in and out of the Psalms, they turned those same rhythms into jazz, and the blues, and rock and roll. They infused our sports arenas with a skill and strength previously unimagined. Their pastors gave rousing, encouraging, commiserating sermons while those indomitable black women murmured “Amen, brother,” and flipped their paper fans in the air. Those same women often kept house and cooked for white women and then for their own families as well. They peopled our literature –Calpurnia and Tom Robinson, Alibeline, and Virgil Tibbs, and Jim on that raft on the Mississippi. They danced – Lester Horton and Alvin Ailey – two of the greatest choreographers of the 20th century gave us movement of unbelievable beauty and power. Black American culture had been forged in terrible suffering and had become something to be proud of, to be in awe of.
Where is that culture today? more here