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AfriGeneas Discuss! Forum Archive 2

[My Opinion] Ode to our AA Media

More on the War

I have all the compassion and heartiness I can muster up for our non-sell out AA media pundits who have the good sense to realize their brand of reporting could result in their journalistic suicide.

They know better then a lot of us what corporate muscles look like and I am not talking about a small bunch fools. Quite the contrary. I am talking about thinking people. People who care about the health of our AA communities. I respect them for having full realization of the old saying about the preverbal snowball in hell. I know about Cnythia McKinney, Barbara Lee, and many whites such as Senator Moran whose reputations are protected behind their white privileges, but have still spoken out. They are all people who would rather die and go to hell than corrupt their hearts by mis-leading the people who respect them and their opinions. “They are all honorable men (and women)” comes to mind.

I just want them to know I feel their value to our AA community and want to convey my deep understanding and appreciation as to what they are going through. I tip my hat to all of them and wish them well.

At this time, I want to relate a story from a perspective I know well, putting it into the positive because that’s the way I sincerely try to deal with issues.

A Teacher’s Story

A teacher is in his classroom and when the late bell rings and all the students are in their seats ready for learning. (His cardinal rule.) He begins teaching his lesson of the day, minimizing turning his back to the students to write on the black board-lessons learned from his practice teacher- and for the 47 minute class period, he has direct eye contact with the students.

He teaches his lesson. He feels good about it. All of the students are engaged the entire class period and he uses his learned skills preventing the class from deteriorating for even the slightest of reasons. The bell rings for the students to move to the next class and he stands at the door as they leave to collect papers or whatever. He walks back to his desk to prepare for the next class there is a card that says “Happy Birthday” and it’s signed by all of the students in the class. How did it happen, he ask himself. Who put it there? He had full control of his class all of the time and how, how could the students have possibly passed a card around the classroom, signing it, putting little personal comments on it and he had no idea of what was going on. He knows that teachers even standing by the door have a third eye watching their desk where their roll book and lesson plan book are in full view.

By this time, there is no time for him to go to the teacher’s lounge or the bathroom for composure. He just sit there as the next group of students filter in and the late bell rings once again. He finds himself being grateful for the few moments he had alone. Somehow, he knows he must manage.

At the end of ‘class’, President Bush is going to get a card left on his desk and I am so sorry it won’t say “Happy Birthday.” When people want to give you a message, it is amazing how ingenious they can be!

Fighting for the dignity of my Ancestors,
BB.
Just ‘spressing myself.


18 Dec 2002 :: 14 Nov 2008
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