I WAS JUST THINKIN’…

I keep thinking that blacks in this country will someday finally come to the realization that those most responsible for so many of them still living in poverty after the decades long ‘War on Poverty’ are those who, both black and white, comprise the Democrat Party. But I’m told by many I know that such a notion is nothing more than a fool’s dream because now after years of conditioning to live off the government, it has now become a way of life for most blacks, which makes it all but impossible for them to do anything different.

And yet I’ve always thought that no matter how one was raised, there was always that inner voice, an inherent ability, if you will, to know what was right, that we could count on to tell us when we were about to go astray. To remind us that living off the fruits of someone else’s labor was something that one simply didn’t do. That, instead, one should go out and work to produce one’s own fruit. But I guess I must be more than just a little naïve in that regard, because that’s just not how many in our minority communities view things.

I guess that’s because it’s just easier for them to view me, your typical white guy, as somehow being the one who’s to be blamed for the whatever obstacles they’ve been made to face in their lives. Easier, that is, than looking in the mirror and taking a cold hard look at the one person who’s really to blame for their plight. Granted, these people are constantly bombarded by politicians from one particular party, as well as many in the state-controlled media, telling them that they are not to be blamed for their present circumstances.

These people are constantly being told, and nearly ad nauseam, that it’s all because of the inherent unfairness of our economic system, that it’s simply rigged against them in order to guarantee their failure. I mean, here we are practitioners of the one economic system that makes it possible for absolutely anyone who’s willing to work hard, to become successful to the point that is beyond their wildest dreams, and yet you have these people being told, and them believing such nonsense, that it’s all just the opposite.

And once again I’ve always thought that no matter how it was one happened to be raised, and that no matter to how much dishonesty that one might have been exposed to, there was still buried somewhere deep inside each and every one of us, again regardless of color, that basic spark of common decency, an internal compass so to speak, that would always let us know when we were about to behave badly, or about to simply take something that we knew we had not rightly earned.

But apparently this is again where my naivete comes barrelling down the hillside at me like a runaway freight train. Because, silly me, I’m assuming that, even in this era of entitlement, commonsense, as well as the basic desire to be a self-sufficient and productive member of society would still exist. Well, we all know what happens when you assume. So these days I hold out little hope that those in our various minority communities will ever come to take it upon themselves to do anything more than to hold their hand out, making the rest of us responsible for their existence. Because they are owed.