Why the Name?

So why did I choose the name Black By Color Only? On October 16, 1995 (my 27th birthday), a historical event took place known as "The Million Man March", led by the so-called minister Louis Farrakhan. The black community, for the most part, was moved with pride at the event. I, however, was unimpressed at the event, being that I like being an individual who doesn't like to cater to the collective thought of a race of individuals. Anyway, some time afterwards, I read an editorial in the local paper praising the recent event, so I decided to respond and give my point of view of the MMM. A few days later, my article appeared in the editorial and, a few more days later, a couple of people responded. One of them lamented that I said I was black--apparently by color only. It was then that I was struck by inspiration. What if I had some kind of program or forum, or whatever, titled Black By Color Only? That would be--how should I say it--cool! It has taken a while, but the inspiration has now materialized into this blog. Hopefully, in the future, it could materialize into something bigger.

Just to let you know a little about me:

I am a firm believer in the Bible and the deity of Jesus Christ.

Although I don't consider myself Republican or Democrat, I tend to favor a conservative point of view.

I believe this country should be run according to our Constitution.

I favor the Fair Tax in which the current tax code (and the IRS) will be eliminated and replaced by a consumer based tax.

I don't vote in favor of my wallet but in favor of morals and principles.

Just because I'm black doesn't mean I hold to the point of view of mainstream black America.

I believe racism is as big a problem in the black community as it is in the white community, and maybe more so.

The above statements get me in trouble with my fellow black "bruthas" who believe I should think like them. They proceed to call me a white lover, an Uncle Tom, and a sellout. Hey, when you throw a brick into a pack of dogs, the one you hit is the one that yelps the loudest.

I hope that you will get something meaningful from this blog. If you want to get even more about what I believe in, tune in to blogtalkradio.com/blackbycoloronly to hear my online radio program. I hope you have a good time visiting and I hope to see you on the rebound.


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Sunday, May 17, 2009

Black-My Skin Color, Not My Mentality

As you can tell already, I am a black man. I'm reminded of this every time I look in a mirror. However, there is a lot more to me than the amount of melanin under my skin. Many have the notion that because I'm black, I should think in a certain way. Many people of color believe that all white people are racist and members of the KKK and they should be watched with a suspicious eye. Moreover, if you are black and don't believe this you are viewed as an "Uncle Tom", a "whitey", a "sellout", etc. Many believe when it comes to black ideals we all should enter into what I call the "Lemming Mode" or "Crab-in-the-Bucket Syndrome". If you disagree, here come the insults and character assassinations. The insults come to intimidate you into following the lemmings off the side of the cliff. My fellow black "bruthas" feel threatened if you don't think like they do so they try to intimidate you with false statements. They have never spent time with you but they have you pegged as a "white lover". I consider myself a person with an open mind, a true free thinker. I march to the beat of my own drummer because I tend not to trust what many people say for one reason: Talk is CHEAPER THAN DIRT. I like to search out a matter before I form an opinion. Moreover, I realize my opinion could be right or wrong. Once truth is revealed, I tend to throw out my opinions. For example, if I see a scaly animal that walks around with a shell on its back, I may form an opinion that that animal is an armadillo. However, once I learn that this animal is actually a turtle, I don't continue to call it an armadillo. That is the problem with my fellow black folks; the truth is all around them but they still want to think in their own convoluted ways. Don't get me wrong my heart sinks when I see footage of firehoses and dogs turned on peaceful demonstrators. I shake my head when I realize my parents and grandparents lived in a world where water fountains and bathrooms were labeled "Colored" and "White". In summary, My morals and principles are way more important to me than my skin color. In my years of growing up, I attended schools that were half-black and half-white and I need to say that we black folks have no reason to talk about anyone. Let me be me, and you do you and I'll see you on the rebound.

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