GotZoom
Senior Member
This was posted the same day the military convoy with food and medicine rolled into New Orelans (today). I became more and more irate as I read this until I got to the very last section; the author's bio.
Then it all became clear. I'm not mad..I just feel sorry for him and anyone who listens to him.
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It is reported that black hurricane victims in New Orleans have begun eating corpses to survive. Four days after the storm, thousands of blacks in New Orleans are dying like dogs. No-one has come to help them.
I am a sixty-four year old African-American.
New Orleans marks the end of the America I strove for.
I am hopeless. I am sad. I am angry against my country for doing nothing when it mattered.
This is what we have come to. This defining watershed moment in Americas racial history. For all the world to witness. For those whove been caused to listen for a lifetime to Americas ceaseless hollow bleats about democracy. For Christians, Jews and Muslims at home and abroad. For rich and poor. For African-American soldiers fighting in Iraq. For African-Americans inside the halls of officialdom and out.
My hand shakes with anger as I write. I, the formerly un-jaundiced human rights advocate, have finally come to see my country for what it really is. A monstrous fraud.
But what can I do but write about how I feel. How millions, black like me, must feel at this, the lowest moment in my countrys story.
Randall Robinson is a social
justice advocate and author
whose works include The Debt
What America Owes to Blacks
Then it all became clear. I'm not mad..I just feel sorry for him and anyone who listens to him.
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It is reported that black hurricane victims in New Orleans have begun eating corpses to survive. Four days after the storm, thousands of blacks in New Orleans are dying like dogs. No-one has come to help them.
I am a sixty-four year old African-American.
New Orleans marks the end of the America I strove for.
I am hopeless. I am sad. I am angry against my country for doing nothing when it mattered.
This is what we have come to. This defining watershed moment in Americas racial history. For all the world to witness. For those whove been caused to listen for a lifetime to Americas ceaseless hollow bleats about democracy. For Christians, Jews and Muslims at home and abroad. For rich and poor. For African-American soldiers fighting in Iraq. For African-Americans inside the halls of officialdom and out.
My hand shakes with anger as I write. I, the formerly un-jaundiced human rights advocate, have finally come to see my country for what it really is. A monstrous fraud.
But what can I do but write about how I feel. How millions, black like me, must feel at this, the lowest moment in my countrys story.
Randall Robinson is a social
justice advocate and author
whose works include The Debt
What America Owes to Blacks
