When the terrorists win

The murder of security guard Stephen Johns at the U.S. Holocaust Museum June 10 by an 88-year-old racist who is a well-known neo-Nazi, coupled with the fallout from the assassination of abortion provider, Dr. George Tiller IN CHURCH recently, makes me feel we are definitely seeing the unfettered rise of White hate groups–fascists, Nazis.  The anti-abortionists are eager to send a signal to “baby killers,” by not condemning the assassination (some even claimed “victory”) while the abortion clinic was permanently closed. That leaves other abortion providers quaking in their boots. The silence of the anti-abortionists makes them as complicit in the crime as were those who aided John Wilkes Booth when he fled through the Maryland Eastern Shore after murdering Abraham Lincoln in Ford’s Theater in Washington, DC in April 1865.

Did anyone ever wonder “what happens when the terrorists win?” We’re seeing the answer to that question right before our eyes with these murders, by folks who would not otherwise be considered “terrorists,” because they are not Muslims, because their skin is White. Violence against innocent persons in order to bring about a desired political outcome is the definition of terrorism! I do not support abortion. I believe it is a disgusting form of “birth control” foisted on the poor by the rich, but it is LEGAL.

Murdering someone who provides a lawful service in order to affect the political climate is TERRORISM, pure and simple, and the Tim McVeigh-wannabes, and the rest of this murderers “fellow travelers,” the anti-government, anti-tax, Obama hatin’ extremists of the anti-abortion movement are just as guilty as this right-wing, supremacist, convicted felon who pulled the trigger.

What happens when the terrorists win? Indeed! In this country, some of them escape the law, grow old and murder security guards.

The Nation of Islam at 28-plus

Minister Louis Farrakhan, Saviours' Day 2009

Minister Louis Farrakhan, March 1, 2009 

ROSEMONT, IL–It was 28 years ago in late February 1981 when, at the Auditorium Theater in Chicago, Minister Louis Farrakhan announced the “Rebirth of the Nation of Islam.”

That of course was something of a contradiction because members of the Nation are taught by patron the Honorable Elijah Muhammad that the teaching of Islam “has no birth record–no beginning, no end.” So how then could an entity with no birth record have a rebirth? Especially how, since the movement founded by Mr. Muhammad had continued and not “died”–albeit under a new name and in a new direction, the American Muslim Mission–under the leadership of his son, Imam Warithudeen Mohamed, when Mr. Muhammad left the scene in 1975.

What happened in 1981 was the culmination of a three year rebuilding effort by Min. Farrakhan of the “Black Muslim” Nation of Islam, according to the strict teaching of Mr. Muhammad, and there was nothing which emphasized the Nation’s difference with orthodox Islamic theology or with the message of Imam Mohamed’s community more than the late February observance of “Saviour’s Day,” the birth date of the founder of the Nation “in the Wilderness of North America.” Continue reading

Obama camp: “Certain Muslims” need not apply

Mahdi Bray and Nihad Awad at U.S. State Dept. 2001

When it comes to being kicked out of some pretty fancy parties, I have an enviable track record.

“What are you doing having a Black Muslim call my office,” HUD Secretary Patricia Roberts Harris demanded of Louis Martin, Editorial Director of The Chicago Daily Defender, after he sent me to Washington to cover the Jimmy Carter White House in 1977. But I was never thin-skinned about having a name which evokes a strong racial and religious identity. I didn’t just get kicked out, I was never invited to some pretty fancy parties in this town, I’ll have you know.

A past president of the National Press Club once tried to get me declared ineligible for Club membership because I am a correspondent for The Final Call newspaper, published by Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan. I’ve been kicked out of some pretty fancy parties, but the Club Speaker’s Committee and my friends in the Club would have none of it. The former President was rebuked.

So, I thought I would have common cause when Sen. Barack Hussein Obama came to town in 2005, became the Democratic nominee, now the president-elect, and stands to become the 44th President of the United States in 40 days or so. He used to refer to himself as a “skinny kid with a funny name.” Yeah. I’m feeling you Brother. I’ve been kicked out of some pretty fancy parties myself.

But, maybe I was wrong.

Maybe President-elect Barack Obama is just like all the rest of those folks in high office: judgmental, xenophobic. “Change” that, Mr. President! Continue reading

America turns “Green” for Obama

“…a Dream” 8-28-08 Denver

In many places, ambulances and other emergency vehicles approaching any intersection can literally cause red traffic lights ahead to turn green in their direction.

Throughout his life and especially his political career, obstacles, impediments “red lights” if you will, have continually turned “green” so that Barack Hussein Obama could proceed without having to slow down, without breaking his stride.

Now, with the landslide political mandate President-elect Obama was given by the voters Nov. 4, the entire nation did not turn “blue” (as in “red states” versus “blue states”), rather the entire national body-politic showed the Illinois senator yet another Green Light, this time directing him to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC.

I’m not any more superstitious than the next person, but my reading of the signs and omens in this presidential campaign have been crystal clear.

There was a time when the President was not inaugurated until March 20, following the election every four years. At some point a decision was made to shorten the “Lame Duck” season of the incumbent and to hasten the swearing in of the new Chief Executive, and the date was moved up two months to Jan. 20. When that date was set, no one even dreamed that there would be a Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Holiday being observed each year on the Third Monday of January, and that every four years that holiday would fall on or near Inauguration Day.

This year Inauguration Day will be on a Tuesday, the day after the King Holiday observance. For my money, I could never in a million years imagine the presidential inauguration of a U.S. Senator who voted against the King Holiday Bill, who hails from Arizona, the only state in the Union which does not recognize the King Holiday. The calendar gods could have no part in such an arrangement. A green light for Sen. Obama. Continue reading

John McCain: Unfit to be Commander-in-Chief

It’s been clear since “Super Tuesday” primary election day, back in February that Arizona Sen. John McCain was going to be the Republican Presidential nominee. You’d think that in that six and a half month period, he would have had plenty of time to meet and court his vice presidential running mate, Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin.

But no. Sen. McCain had his first and only private conversation with the volatile political neophyte the day before he announced her as his running mate. The day when some someone told him about their arranged, “shotgun wedding.”

When there is no incumbent in a presidential campaign, the first real “executive decision” the candidates make is choosing their running mates. Democratic nominee, Sen. Barack Obama (D-Ill.) chose veteran senator and foreign policy wonk Joseph Biden (D-Del.), a fellow presidential candidate whom the voters got a chance to inspect over months of campaigning and debate appearances. Joe Biden is a “lunch-pail,” “working class” kind of U.S. Senator who takes the train to and from work every day.

Sen. McCain’s choice, on the other hand, is a loose cannon, who believes that the illegal and immoral U.S. invasion and occupation of Iraq is a “task from God,” and that the construction of a new Alaska oil pipeline is also “God’s will.” Continue reading

Strike One on McCain

Republican presidential nominee and Sen. John McCain must have awakened last Thursday morning with the proverbial favorite horse’s head in his bed. That’s when he had his first meeting with his vice presidential selection, Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin.

It’s my guess that Sen. McCain had already decided who his vice presidential running mate was going to be and it was not Gov. Palin, when he got a call from some, someone who told him his plans had been changed for him. He met that evening in a secretly arranged “interview” with Gov. Palin, and the next day announced that she was to be his running mate. Hm-m-m.

In one of the classic “Godfather” movies, there was a scene in which an all powerful mob-boss woke up at his heavily guarded and palatial estate to find the head of his very favorite horse in the bed beside him.

The message: the reluctant Don was not nearly as secure in his leadership as he imagined himself to be, and therefore he had to do something he had vowed not to do. Not only was there an enemy cutthroat among his most trusted aides, the Judas also had access to the Boss’s own boudoir, while he slept. Chilling.

In recent political history, maverick Texas billionaire politician H. Ross Perot had a similar experience during his ill-fated 1992 presidential campaign.

Mr. Perot first promised his supporters that if they got his name on all 50 state ballots he would run an independent presidential campaign. They did, but in mid-July when he was ahead of incumbent Republican George H.W. Bush (the former Director of U.S. Central Intelligence) Mr. Perot mysteriously withdrew from the race, eventually complaining that digitally altered photographs were going to be released, ruining his daughter’s wedding planned for later that year. Hm-m-m.

The problem is not that Mr. McCain made a last minute decision. His problem is that he made a bad, bad choice, at the last minute. Setting aside the drama about the contradictions around “abstinence-only” education advocate Palin’s 17-year-old daughter getting pregnant out of wedlock (my own daughter’s mother had her first child at age 15, and she is a fine person and a great mother and grandmother; and my own father was married to another woman, not my mother, before I was born, until the day he died), setting that aside in the case of Gov. Palin, she is a poor choice to be a heartbeat away from the presidency. Continue reading

Obama’s weak first debate

If the joint appearance at the same forum by Senators John McCain (R-Ariz.) and Barack Obama (D-Ill.) at Saddleback Church near Los Angeles and broadcast on CNN, was any clue as to what the rest of the campaign will be like, then all the “Obamaniacs” of the world can stop chilling the champagne and get ready for the third term of the Bush-Cheney administration–on steroids.

Sen. McCain was clearly pumped up with Viagra, or caffeine or some other performance enhancer, while by contrast Sen. Obama must have taken his Quaaludes or some sleep inducing barbiturate, because his performance, in my view, was weak.

First, when asked about three people on whom he would rely as President, he mentioned his wife Michelle (okay…) and his grandmother (read White lady) living in Hawaii, with whom he and his family had recently visited.

I don’t know about women in the Obama family, but if my wife Alverda or my now deceased grandmother Ollie Lee Canteberry knew I was going to be on television for any reason (not to mention at a church to discuss my possibly being elected President of the United States) they would have certainly told me to be sure I SAT UP STRAIGHT! Continue reading

The Promise is True…Tony Snow

The last time I saw Tony Snow.

I really shouldn’t say anything about him.

We disagreed so fundamentally, on

Just about everything.

But the Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad reminded

Us of a promise, that we would have

Money, Luxury, Good Homes, and Friendship in all walks of life.

I bear Him witness.

The Promise is true.

The last time I saw Tony.

Tony Snow was Press Secretary

For the President of the United States of America,

George W. Bush.

Some say the “W” stands for the “Worst” President in U.S. history.

But I owe Tony Snow my respect Continue reading

What’s wrong with being a Muslim…Muslims?

Before the 2008 election, Black people in the American political firmament, were customarily ignored by the Republicans and taken for granted by the Democrats. Pretty low. There is however now, one, even lowlier constituency: Muslims. They are even worse off.

The fact of the matter is: Muslims are still secretly considered America’s sworn enemies from the days of the Crusades, especially among the rock-ribbed, Red, White and Blue Republican true believers. And of course they’re shunted away by the Democrats, who are still afraid of being perceived as “weak” on terrorism.

And yet mainstream Muslim political types are mostly supporting Sen. Barack Hussein Obama Jr., who emphatically reminds everyone who’ll listen, that he’s not a Muslim, and furthermore, anyone who says otherwise is engaging in patent rumor-mongering. Okay. Message received.

What’s wrong with being a Muslim? Did I miss a memo? A meeting? I can’t see anything worse about being a good Muslim than there is about being a good Christian. A good Jew. In fact, some of my best friends are Muslims. And all of them are really fine people, excellent neighbors. They’re downright decent human beings, if you ask me. Continue reading

Jesse Who?

The Rev. Jesse Jackson told me once that he once returned to his hometown, Greenville, South Carolina, where he had been known as “Bo.” By this time he had marched side by side with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., his picture had been on the covers of Time, Newsweek and Jet magazines, he had frequently appeared on the Nightly News and on various Sunday interview shows.

When he walked through the streets of Greenville folks who remembered him would shout: “Hey, Bo! Where you been? What you been doing?”

That Rev. Jackson. Such a sense of humor.

Then, he went on and ran for President of the United States, winning the 1984 presidential primary in his home state, and earning more than 7 million votes all over the country. And the rest, as the expression goes, is history. History because in 1984 the Rev. Jesse Jackson spoke other than the truth in a desperate ploy to save that political campaign, when he said he had never used the term “Hymie-town.”

I heard The Country Preacher use that very expression four years earlier, off-camera, after a 1980 taping of the TV show “America’s Black Forum.” Continue reading