Nostalgia is a seductive liar. ~George Wildman Ball
In Tuesday’s post, I invoked the term Dinosaur. I realize I didn’t do proper diligence to defining that term and Intended to devote today to outlining the length and breadth of the term.
Dinosaurs Are Creatures of the past. Creatures born to rule in a certain period of time. A periend where men were men, women were women, and sheep were nervous. The rules were clear,
Men: Win Bread. Retrieve Bacon
Women: Make Home. Receive Bacon, and Fry it in a pan.
Men: Keeper of Castle
Women: Kept in Castle
Men: Slayer of Dragons
Women: Baker of cookies
As the story goes, these were the good old days. Men NEVER left the house. EVERYONE had Ward Cleaver Huxtable And Donna June Huxtable at home and if your kids came out screwed up, it had to have been because you didn’t love them enough and let them run the streets like the folks in the projects did.
And Papa was a Rolling Stone was a song about How Daddy used to Carry Mick Jagger’s bags before he came home to raise a family.
I refuse to believe that Papa was a Rolling Stone became a huge hit as some kind of a Fantastic inverse fairy tale. The song resonated for many folks.
Yes….many of you will run over timid woodland creatures to comment about how fabulous YOUR family was.
and how long your Mom and Dad were married.
and how Your Dad Walked on water and your Mom washed his feet with her hair, and liked it.
And to that I say. You, Sir/Ma’am, are Fortunate and blessed beyond measure.
The reality is the Black family in America is an Immaculate conception.
That we have ANY family heritage, ANY tradition of ANY kind, other than that akin to a team of horses, is a miracle on a par with the virgin birth.
The Black family was BORN broken and purposely left out to die byt the AnteBellum Society that sought to build an economy on its back. It has limped along and fought for its survival, in the face of unspeakable odds.
In order to heal the enduring birth defects that the Black family still suffers, first we must avoid the tendency to act like the problem is somehow recent. There has been a worsening of the circumstances that fit perfectly into the narrative that goes back to Jamestown (first one of you to usher the name of Willie Lynch into this narrative gets a one way ticket to time out)
This whole part of the game where we Yearn for Yesterday is wack – ESPECIALLY for a people whose freedom is tenuous and embryonic on a good day.
Any fond moments of yesteryear come from sporadic triumphs of the will and the grace of God (how much of which depends on how hard you go in on Saturday/Sunday)
Dinosaurs existed to guide through a period in our history…a period which appears to have long since passed.
Let them roam the earth in peace in their twilight years…Please do not act like The Dinosaurs have a future. They do not.