My cousin in Charleston called me yesterday and I was glad. You see, since those murderers in DC killed Miriam Carey, I've been
extremely uneasy -- in a rage really. I needed to talk to someone who knew me well, so I could sufficiently release it before my head exploded.
We talked about a lot of family and home things (young, Veronica Brown's well-being weighs heavily on my mind still), and she let the raging old, foul-mouthed sailor in me spew forth. As I was telling her how sick and damned tired I was about
plenty on the national front (particularly the murders of Ms. Carey and the diabetic, Jack Lamar Roberson in Waycross, GA, as well as the self-immolation of John Constantino on the Mall in DC), she interrupted me, reminding me of our departed, "strong, Black woman" grandmother:
"You remember how Grandmama used to say she was just weary when people got on her last, damned nerve?"
"Yes," I said, smiling to myself in instant recollection. "That's exactly how I feel, Verne -- I'm so damned weary!"
We simultaneously laughed out loud, then she said, "I can tell!"
The reason I share that little vignette, is because after we hung up I was pensive. I felt she'd helped me let the air out of the tire a little, but as I sat with myself, I thought about Randall Robinson and his book,
Quitting America: The Departure of a Black Man from His Native Land and I went to my bookmarks to listen to his soothing, worldly and informative voice for about an hour. Not quite sated though, I decided to get full. I opened a bottle of wine, sat on my screened porch, put my feet up -- and listened to this wonderful CSPAN BookTV Interview from earlier this year on my laptop:
As I listened to that calm voice, gracefully telling the fullness of
our story (
and theirs), I felt the rest of that air
slo-o-owly seep out of the tire.
This wonderful, 72 year-old Black man -- in his own
first-person account -- was coolly expressing for me, a
damn-near
verbatim confirmation (albeit with
way more couth than I can muster these days) of all the legitimately seething, anger I feel for this country and its procession of insecure and selfish, megalomaniacal pseudo-leaders with their global "military footprint" at home and abroad.
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| Gotti |
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| Blanca |
By the end of the video
and that bottle of wine -- me and my pupples, Blanca and Gotti had all calmed down (both of them asleep at my feet in the waning Texas sun); the pounding in my head had stopped; I was full, and
extremely happy I'd chosen to spend the evening with the esteemed and absolutely honorable, Randall Robinson. I hope you will be too!
Related:
- Randall Robinson Interview, The Progressive
- Randall Robinson (Books)
- Georgia Police Kill Diabetic After Family Calls 911 For Ambulance
- The Normalization of Violence Against Black Women
- Freedom Rider: Aaron Alexis, Miriam Carey and John Constantino
