One of the biggest misconceptions about the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is that during his lifetime, he was a man beloved by all.
The main reason this is done, I think, is to make his assassination look like the random act of a lone madman.
Subsequently, we’ve been re-issued a Dr. King, sterilized, impotent and weak, that barely even physically resembles the man that said “We as a people will get to the promised land.”
King is now, very much, the ideal Black man. This means he’s dead.
Think about it.
My least favorite writer ever is Richard Wright. I could and can never forgive Wright for writing the book Native Son.
At a time when Blacks throughout America were being lynched without reason, Wright gave us in Bigger Thomas, his lead character from Native Son, a Black that had been given a chance by good white folks, only to turn around and murder the daughter of the family that hired him.
Bigger then goes on to kill a Black woman also, but that’s of little consequence. Wright’s point, intentional or not, was proven. Regardless of whether you do or don’t give those Negroes a chance, they’re gonna ruin everything.
Do I even need to go into detail about how widely and spectacularly Native Son was received? Must I explain that Wright became, for all intents and purposes, the sole creator of genuine Negro literature?
Now there’s some kind of uproar because Harvard genius Skip Gates is running around saying that Blacks in Africa are as much responsible for the transatlantic slave trade as whites.
What surprises me is that everybody else seems so surprised. This dude’s at Harvard! What do you expect him to say? He’s probably got bills to pay.
He’s not gonna say anything that benefits Black people at the expense of white people.
Doing that would get his ass sent right over to Medgar Evers.