Posted by
Cliff Brotherton on Wednesday, September 16, 2009 12:00:59 AM
I watched the video on-line of the black kids beating the white kid and listened to the cheers of the other black students and cried as the 30+ seconds pass by. 30 seconds for me, but what must have been an eternity for the young man assaulted. He will never forget this incident; it has been viewed by thousands, perhaps millions, he will be remembered as the kid who was jumped and humiliated by a couple of black kids. I can only hope he has a forgiving soul.
The two young men who brutally assaulted the lone youth have begun to understand and fulfill the promises made by the first black President, to bring our nation together.
These brutal young black boys understand Obama’s embrace of Rev. Wright and his black theology, and what it meant when they witnessed whites bowing down to Obama’s smooth words. Whites are second class citizens, and can be treated as such.
These brutal young black boys understood Obama’s rebuke of the white Police Officer, who dared put his hands on a black Professor. And that when the black President called the Police Officer Stupid, it was clear that there was a change in our society that permitted them to do what they did to that young white student without fear of any repercussions.
These vile young black boys can see clearly, now that it is against the rules to criticize a black man, no matter how justified one might be in doing so, in any way form or fashion.
If you think the President of the United States is not the one responsible for this brutal attack, perhaps you’re right. Perhaps it’s just another incident of kids being kids.
Perhaps, but I cried. I cried because the President promised to heal our nation and no man would do what he has done without harboring, in his own heart, ill will toward those he deems different from himself.
I truly believe the two, the beating of the young white student and the President’s actions to date go hand in hand.
Why, you might ask.
Obama promised he would heal a hurting nation, and yet, I have never felt this nation so divided, so frustrated.
I wish I could have been on that bus with the young white student, as God is my witness, I would have stood between him and his attackers and gladly taken a beating with him.
I end with this…
I wonder if those two young black kids had a chance to witness the Presidents speak to the schools. I wonder if he inspired them, in any way.
What do you think?