The deferment of King's dream continues.

I was going to post about black and brown (Latino) people coming together throughout the African Diaspora tonight. But then I got an e-mail from a regular from the fields named Kimberlie (I hope she doesn't mind me using her name), and she sent me this link.

Now I don't want to keep stating the obvious, because let's face it; people are sick and tired of being sick and tired about racism and all the bullshit that comes along with it. But let's be honest, there are some sick motherfuckers living among us who share the precious air that we breathe.

"Oh come on field, not another post about racism in America?" Yep, another post about racism in A-merry-ca. Because the shit these ignorant ass people are doing really bothers me. Think about it white folks; think about how upset you get when protesters show up at the funerals of dead soldiers, and shout out things that takes away from their memory and their service. This is how upset I get when on the day that we choose to commensurate the death of a great African American civil rights leader these ignorant mother fuckers choose to make their point by marching on Jena. "Oh come one field, there were just a few of them, they don't in any way represent the views of most Americans." Maybe they don't represent the views of most A-merry-cans, but they sure as hell represent the views of quite a few more A-merry-cans than were actually marching today.

I am sorry, there are people in this country who will never change (Sorry Dr. King), and knowing that makes me forever vigilant against these mother fuckers. Call it "Extreme Color Arousal Disorder" like my man Francis Holland , or just pure racism, but it ain't going away.

But I guess I shouldn't be so upset, because these racist- like the ones who marched today- are out in the open. It's the ones who are in the closet that I worry about. The ones who hold real positions of power. The morons who marched today have no real power. The only power they think they have is the color of their skin. That is what gives them hope. I might be a broke ignorant son of a bitch, but I have my whiteness.....ahh you gotta love it. But the racist with real power who hide behind mahogany desks, robes and boardroom walls, scare me. Because they don't strike by marching with their racist friends on the streets of some Southern town. No, they strike with pink slips, long sentences, and bank foreclosure notices. They have replaced the dogs and fire hoses with legislation and slick back room tactics. Our job is to be vigilant, and not be so blinded by what we dream about and what we want the country to be that we don't see the shit that's going on right now. What happened in Jena today was the tip of the ice berg. And I will spend every day of my life trying to melt that motherfucker.

It depends on what your definition of "saw" is.

You gotta love Slick Romney, not only does the guy have a mug for central casting, but apparently he has the acting skills to fit right into Hollywood as well.

Did you catch the latest from the Mitt Romney Phony Tour? I did. I saw Mitt tell Tim Russert that his civil rights cred is in tact because he saw his dad march with Dr. King. And then, like any great actor, he cried right on cue.

Of course there is one little problem; Mitt's daddy, George, never actually marched with Dr. King, so there is no way that Mitt could have seen what he claimed to have seen. There has to be something seriously pathological about a man who can go on national television and tell such an obvious lie. I mean Bubba was good, but I think this guy is better. At least Bubba was trying to save his marriage. (What man in his right mid would want Hillary mad at him?)

"If you look at the literature, if you look at the dictionary, the term 'saw' includes being aware of in the sense I've described,... it's a figure of speech and very familiar, and it's very common. And I saw my dad march with Martin Luther King. I did not see it with my own eyes, but I saw him in the sense of being aware of his participation in that great effort." Huh?

Poor Mitt, he is trying his best to spin this one. He claims that when he says he "saw" his dad march with King, he meant it in a figurative and not a literal way. He says that his daddy told him that he had marched with King when he was growing up . (My god man have you no shame?) Mitt, you said you "saw" your daddy march with King. I mean how can you spin that shit? When I say that I sat through a sound check with Bob Marley, I literally mean that I sat through a sound check with Bob Marley. I don't mean that I sat through a sound check listening to Bob Marley. I meant that I was actually sitting with Bob Marley at that sound check. You don't forget shit like that, just like you wouldn't forget watching your dad march with Dr. King.

Now this makes me wonder about Mitt's little story about pulling to the side of the road and crying when he heard that his church was going to start treating blacks as equals. In fact, it makes me wonder about a lot of things Mitt has said and done. Mitt strikes me as the kind of guy who would say that his daddy owned slaves if he thought that's what A-merry-cans wanted to hear.

But such is the life of a politician; always being slick, always prevaricating, and always saying what they think people want to hear. We have come to expect this, it's just that Mitt seems so much better at it than all the others.

***I want to thank rikyrah for commenting in the fields and bringing this story to the forefront of my consciousness****