I’m not a wholehearted supporter of my congresswoman Maxine Waters. In my view, she has a parochial view of and damaging influence on California politics. Her periodic brushes with corruption charges are, no doubt, fueled in part by resentment, sexism and racism. But nonetheless, there have been some poor choices.
But she has been a very effective legislator – even though I believe it is time for her to step down. And I APPRECIATE her contribution.
What bugs me is that the very people who have benefitted the most from her advocacy are the first to decry her as a loud mouth. They wouldn’t invite her to their home – like she would come. They ignore her legislative prowess instead of learning from it so that it can be passed on.
Those eager for the baton to be passed on, complain loudly about her and other icons as an elder.
They don’t like her hair, her husband, her car, her children.
Here’s a hymn to all those who can’t get past it, whatever it is:
Waters’ passion ~ Rev. Jackson’s ego ~ Sharpton’s hair ~ Kanye’s pouting
Measure a man by what he does when he’s dealt a bad hand
Think about what you do or don’t do, haven’t done and won’t do.
The race goes to those who enter. The victory to s/he who endures to the end.
Measure the totality of a contribution, stop fixating on the flaws
Black people consume massive amounts of spiritual material: R&B, spiritual books, incense, body oil, sayings. Let’s actually live these things out instead of using them as slogans. At the very least, let’s abandon shit that we know doesn’t work.
So we can get past it, over it, around it, under it.
Aretha Franklin singing How I Got Over in the mid 80s in Detroit. And that’s right. I went there. I got a clip where she’s heavy and wearing her finery. Deal with it.
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