Black, White, and Blue

You know, it takes a brave person to go against the grain, something I’ve witnessed first-hand since I began writing for publication. The pressure to conform is even greater if you’re a black person who believes white racism is the least of America’s concerns and certainly plays no significant role in the lives of blacks. Fatherlessness and illegitimacy do play significant roles, however. These conditions cause more harm in the so-called black community than racism ever has or ever will.

It isn’t simply a matter of holding views that diverge from the group’s; it’s expressing those views publicly that make people angry enough to send hate-mail and call you names like self-hater. “Racist” whites may use your views to bolster their own opinions, they say. In other words, stick to the script and don’t attempt to ad-lib. Words and ideas are dangerous, so pipe down and keep your opinions inside your head.

Black police officers in Cambridge, Massachusetts, who support Sgt. Crowley (arrested Henry Louis Gates) and the Cambridge police force are probably catching it right now. Then again, maybe not. Perhaps people have evolved beyond castigating those who refuse to march in lockstep, regardless of skin color.

(Of course they haven’t, but I wanted to do what Jesse said and keep hope alive!)

You Don’t Look A Day Over 232

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When I was going through an existential phase in college many years ago, I used to ask, “What’s the meaning of all this? What is the point?”

Why was I born in South Carolina, in the United States, in this skin, and with this body?

“I could have been born anywhere,” I’d say. Why here? Why now? Why a woman? Why a black person? What does it all mean? I’m still seeking answers to some of those questions, but I know this: I thank God I was born on American soil, and he must have a good reason for making it so.

My country is a land of the free, home of the brave, but I used to talk trash about it and take for granted its freedom and opportunities. I saw the error of my ways, however. America is my homeland, and I have grown to love it.

Who cares what “they” say? Envy! Let them complain and criticize and demonize. For all its faults (which are legion), America is the freest, the best, the greatest, the most benevolent and charitable country on the planet.

It is my homeland, and I love it. Here’s to another 233 years!

Loving the Interracial Marriage Distinction

nice doggie!Liberal bloggers are barking mad.

Barack Obama, the savior-in-chief who said he was a “fierce advocate” of homosexuals, committed the unpardonable sin of rendering a decision in accordance with the law.

Earlier this month, Obama’s Department of Justice (DOJ) moved to dismiss Smelt v. United States of America, a case filed by “married” homosexuals attempting to overturn the Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA). Signed into law by Bill Clinton in 1996, DOMA allows states to refuse to recognize so-called same-sex marriages performed in other states and bars the federal government from recognizing such marriages.

A majority of states explicitly protect traditional marriage, including left-leaning California. Last month, the state’s highest court upheld an amendment that declares only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in the state. Arthur Smelt and Christopher Hammer married in California during the brief window in which such marriages were legal. The issue they posed was not whether they had a right to marry, but whether states that bar such marriages must recognize theirs. Obama’s Justice Department said no.

Although the U.S. Constitution provides that states must recognize “public acts, records, and judicial proceedings of every other state,” Congress validly exercised its power [through DOMA] to ensure that each state may decline to apply another state’s laws when they conflict with said state’s public policies. In defending DOMA, Obama did exactly what he swore to do: preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution. He has neither the duty nor the authority to declare laws unconstitutional. That power belongs to the judiciary.

Outraged homosexual bloggers claim Obama compared so-called homosexual marriages to incestuous and underage marriages (emphases added):

The courts have followed [conflict of laws] principle, moreover, in relation to the validity of marriages performed in other States. Both the First and Second Restatements of Conflict of Laws recognize that State courts may refuse to give effect to a marriage, or to certain incidents of a marriage, that contravene the forum State’s policy…And the courts have widely held that certain marriages performed elsewhere need not be given effect, because they conflicted with the public policy of the forum. See, e.g., Catalano v. Catalano, 170 A.2d 726, 728-29 (Conn. 1961) (marriage of uncle to niece, “though valid in Italy under its laws, was not valid in Connecticut because it contravened the public policy of th[at] state”); Wilkins v. Zelichowski, 140 A.2d 65, 67-68 (N.J. 1958) (marriage of 16-year-old female held invalid in New Jersey, regardless of validity in Indiana where performed, in light of N.J. policy reflected in statute permitting adult female to secure annulment of her underage marriage); In re Mortenson’s Estate, 316 P.2d 1106 (Ariz. 1957) (marriage of first cousins held invalid in Arizona, though lawfully performed in New Mexico, given Arizona policy reflected in statute declaring such marriages “prohibited and void”).

As you can see, the allegation is false. DOJ cited Catalano, Wilkins, and In re Mortenson’s Estate as examples of how the court decided cases in which state laws conflicted. What’s definitely outrageous is homosexuals citing Loving v. Virginia to bolster their argument for marriage between two men, a case easily distinguished from Smelt v. United States of America.

Mildred and Richard LovingIn 1958, Mildred Jeter and Richard Loving left their home state to marry in Washington, D.C., where interracial marriage was legal. After returning to Virginia, the couple was arrested in their home and charged with “unlawful cohabitation.” The court suspended sentence on the condition that they leave the state. In 1963, the Lovings filed a motion to vacate the judgment and set aside the sentence. Almost a year later, the court still hadn’t ruled on the motion, and the couple filed a class action suit in federal court. The case eventually reached Virginia’s highest court, which upheld the state’s law against miscegenation and affirmed the convictions.

On June 12, 1967, the U.S. Supreme Court declared Virginia’s anti-miscegenation statute unconstitutional. As marriage is defined as a union between a man and a woman, there was no “legitimate overriding purpose” to outlaw marriage between a white man and a black woman other than blatant racial discrimination. As racial classifications are suspect, states must demonstrate a “permissible state objective, independent of the racial discrimination which it was the object of the Fourteenth Amendment to eliminate.” The court added that denying the couple “this fundamental freedom on so unsupportable a basis as the racial classifications embodied in these statutes…is surely to deprive all the State’s citizens of liberty without due process of law.”

Loving did not give people the right to marry whomever they wished; it gave them the freedom to marry without racial restrictions. The goal of interracial marriage bans and legalized segregation was to maintain a subordinate class of citizens based on race. The goal of same-sex marriage bans is to protect traditional marriage, not maintain a subordinate class based on “sexual orientation.” Anyone with only half a brain knows that homosexuals in the U.S. hardly are a subordinate class.

It’s time for homosexual “marriage” proponents to find a more apt and a less offensive argument to gain validation and acceptance of a lifestyle choice.

Good luck with that.

Do You Tatsu?

Oh. My. Goodness. That thing was intense (watch the video). If I’d known what I was getting myself into. Lock yourself in the seat, and they rotate you 90 degrees, with your body parallel to the ground (like you’re flying). And then boom. You’re off. Can’t ride ’em like I used to. Good grief.

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(Photo credit: SoulCoasters)

Opinion Daze

It’s not easy to read someone accusing you of being a self-hater, hater of black people, race traitor, a racist, anti-Catholic, a religious bigot, and a host of other things.

But no one ever told me living this life would be easy.

I started trying to publish my “controversial” opinions about seven years ago. After some success on newspaper op-ed pages, I started a blog. To my great surprise, even to this very moment, people began reading my blog. I’ve been out here since late 2003. Since then, the blogosphere has gotten crowded. Early blogging opinionators paved the way for later ones. I’ve always said and continue to believe there’s room enough for all of us.

People have told me in person and via e-mail that reading my blog instigated an examination of their own beliefs, and my courage-under-fire gave them courage to speak their minds without fear. Some readers, critics among them, said I inspired them to start blogging.

This blog has been both a blessing and a curse. While it’s given me the platform to touch hearts, change minds, and share the Gospel, as I’m commissioned to do, it’s also caused me to neglect my relationship with Christ at times and to almost “lose my religion” responding to the haters. To feel the brunt of other people’s frustrations over failed plans and unrealized dreams, to realize they’re directing the anger they harbor against themselves and others toward me, to perceive the depth of their contempt against me for daring to say publicly what they may say behind closed doors – I confess – sometimes hurts.

What prompted this post, you ask? I recently quoted a “controversial” figure on Facebook, and the discussion descended into the kind of thing that hasn’t been seen on this blog in a couple of years. (From my perspective, Facebook and Twitter are extensions of my blog.) I was transported back in time, and the effect was powerful enough to dredge up memories.

I used to be passionate about politics; specifically, encouraging people to examine what they believe and to vote for politicians with similar beliefs. Sounds simple, yes? Over the years, however, I gradually started not to care. The back and forth, he-said/she-said quality of it all began to bore me. Additionally, I no longer cared enough about certain issues to put up with the inevitable ad hominem. Passion drove me in the beginning to put up with the nonsense. As the passion waned, so did my tolerance for the vitriol or willful misreadings and/or misrepresentations of my posts. All of it bored me.

I may regain the passion. I have to say, though, I’m still passionate about the protection of the unborn and marriage as God ordained it. Please, keep calling me an anti-choice extremist and a homophobe. It’s like honey.

For now, I’m doing something different, something better for me at this stage of my physical and spiritual life. It may bore everyone else, but I get up in the morning looking forward to it, and that’s important right now for my mental well-being. As always, I’ll blog about it. 😉

Thanks again for reading my blog – for love, like, hate, curiosity, indifference, or whatever else you’ve got.

Addendum: I used to be hard on people afraid to speak their minds and share controversial opinions. It’s tough going against the grain. I empathize. But I tend to think outside the mainstream and delight in telling people so. 😉

Bucknell University Deans Commerford and Marrara Lame

I think race and sex preference bake sales (for example, Asians charged $3 for a cupcake, women $2, blacks $1…) at colleges and universities illustrate extremely well the illegal and immoral nature of such preferences as practiced by colleges and universities around the country. I’ve written reams on race preferences, so I won’t go into detail. Read until your eyes bleed.

Basically, schools lower admissions standards for minority students (black and Hispanic, not Asian) in order to admit a certain percentage of them for purposes of skin deep-only diversity.

Unfair and demeaning.

In the video below, two deans at Bucknell University, Commerford and Marrara, shut down (or attempted to) a race preference bake sale demonstration, which is protected speech, by citing a price discrepancy:

One word for the deans: lame.

(Hat tip: National Policy Institute)

LBC Shutting Down

I’m sick in more ways than one, readers. I’ve got to do something about my intense fears. They’re keeping me from living a normal life. I have to deal with my issues. For now, I’m shutting down this blog. This URL will no longer be valid in a couple of days. You can find me here.

Texas School Board Votes on Evolution Challenge

The Language of GodThere’s no limit to what humans will do to avoid accountability. They will contort themselves into all sorts of strange and horrible positions to deny the existence of a God who’ll one day judge them for what they’ve done to themselves and to others.

Darwinian evolution, the absurd theory that magnificent life is based on random chance and developed through genetic mutations (which are harmful to the organism, by the way — X-Men is only entertainment), is taught in government schools as if it were the gospel. In my opinion, it takes much more faith to believe in macroevolution than to believe a Creator designed the universe with purpose.

The Wall Street Journal reports that the Texas School Board is set to vote on a new science curriculum that challenges the theory of evolution. Good luck with that. Some people who believe in evolution are so vehemently against any alternatives, they resent others even asking questions that raise doubts about the theory or point out weaknesses. They don’t want it challenged, debated, or examined. Great way to teach young people how to think. 😕

While I believe Christians and the like-minded should take their kids out of government schools altogether, I applaud the effort to inject real debate and common sense into the government school curriculum.

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So How’s Your Week Going?

Pictures from my “writing retreat” at a harbor in Ventura, CA. (Did I mention I was writing a novel? Self-imposed first draft completion date: sometime during my birthday month of May) I snapped these, weak knees and all, while I was out walking:

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Operation Family Fund

If radio show host Dr. Laura Schlessinger says 100 percent of the money donated to Operation Family Fund goes directly the families, that’s good enough for me.

Operation Family Fund provides grants to injured military men and women and families injured or killed as part of the war on terrorism. The other day Dr. Laura shared a story. Someone who volunteers at the organization told her other groups that help military families have long since run out of funds. Operation Family Fund is their last hope. As expected, they’re overwhelmed with grant requests and could use our help. Whatever you can give, give.

The bad economic is affecting us all, but I will do what I can to help the injured and their families, men and women who sacrificed themselves while I sit here in comfort, relatively safe and free to do whatever I want to do. We read the headlines, but unless we have a loved one in harm’s way, we don’t think about what’s going on overseas every day.

I always thought service men and women injured in the line of duty were “taken care of” somehow. I had no clue that some of these people are essentially abandoned by our government. If you can, give. Contact Operation Family Fund.

Loathsome ‘African American’

Anyone who’s read my blog for a while (or the About page) knows I loathe the term “African American.” It’s not a proper way to describe black Americans. I think it’s inaccurate, insulting, and a poor attempt to connect with a lost past. (Also see a post titled, “African-American Canadians.”)

kiss me!Let me tell you how much I dislike the term. I’m so pleased when white people call me black (when the racial reference fits the context) instead of African American, I have to suppress the urge to give them a big old fat kiss on the cheek.

A Facebooker sent me a link to a post at The Root titled, “Hold the Hyphen: Why African-American does not apply to me.”

Somehow I doubt Jennifer Mabry and I see eye-to-eye on much else, but we are one when it comes to the hyphen:

Africa“I’m brown, thank you. But I’ll settle for black. It’s more than semantics. It’s semasiology. Once upon a time, we were niggers, coloreds, Negroes and then Afro-Americans. And so I understand the need for some blacks to refer to themselves as African-American, sort of. They want to feel connected to a population reflected in their own faces.

“I am constantly searching for answers as to how my café-au-lait self fits into an overwhelmingly white world. But the use of the word African conjoined with American leaves me empty. There are 54 countries in Africa. Which one would be mine?

“I have a friend whose father is Nigerian and mother is black American, which makes her literally African-American. But she refers to herself as black.

“I’m American. Period. I’ve never been to Africa. I hope to visit one day, but I also want to visit Europe. Not because I have the blood of English, Irish and Scots running through my veins, but because I’m interested in traveling to new places, seeing and experiencing new cultures and people.”

Some black Americans have a ridiculously romanticized view of the African continent. (Blame it on the movies.) Mabry addresses that, too. Check it out.

It’s so darn refreshing to know other black people agree with me on this African American nonsense. Few and far between, though…

LA Personalities on Black History Month

A couple weeks ago, a Los Angeles Times reporter contacted me for a feature on Black History Month. She said she was looking for a “range of L.A. personalities” for quotes about Obama and BHM. I was to be the “independent conservative voice.”

I was delighted to know I’m considered an L.A. personality, as I’ve been here only three months. No matter what comes my way as a result of this blog, I’m always surprised. “But I’m just a blogger,” I always say. “Why do they want to talk to me?

Regardless, it’s nice to be included. Check out the main link here and my quotes here. (Keeps changing. Just scroll through. Man, I need a professional headshot!) I was asked several questions; one was about “diversity,” and those quotes were published.

Several months ago, a New York Times reporter interviewed me for about an hour, and not a single quote of mine made it into the article. It’s happened to me before…not saying what the reporter wants to hear and not making the story. My efforts paid off this time. 🙂