May 12, 2011 Leave a comment
The White House is hosting some sort of event for poets this week. It’s an enlightening event but not because of any of the poetry that will be read. It’s more enlightening into the heart of President and Mrs. Obama. The event hosts a rapper who glorifies violence against police (perhaps only the cops who “act stupidly” according to the President) and at a poet who oppose interracial relationships. Cop killing and anti-white racism, it sounds like a delightful poetry reading. That these people are coming to the White House and hailed as artists and poets says a lot about this President.
A rapper who goes by the name Common will be in attendance. Obama knew Common when they were both members of Jeremiah Wright’s Church in Chicago. The White House claims Common is a “socially conscious” rapper who has “done a lot of good things.” While the White House has tried to distance itself from Common’s controversial lyrics, it’s hard to do so when the rapper wants President Bush burned and raps positively about a Black Panther who murdered a New Jersey Cop. Maybe burning President Bush is the “socially conscious” portion of Common’s work that the White House is referring to. That said, it’s sort of unreal to watch this President hold this sort of person out as a poetic hero in light of his support for killing cops and Presidents.
It gets even better though, Jill Scott is another poet invited to the White House. She opposes interracial dating and marriage. Miss Scott isn’t a white red neck from the south, she’s a black woman who apparently doesn’t like to see black men date white women. Miss Scott says:
My new friend is handsome, African-American, intelligent and seemingly wealthy. He is an athlete, loves his momma, and is happily married to a White woman. I admit when I saw his wedding ring, I privately hoped. But something in me just knew he didn’t marry a sister. Although my guess hit the mark, when my friend told me his wife was indeed Caucasian, I felt my spirit…wince. I didn’t immediately understand it. My face read happy for you. My body showed no reaction to my inner pinch, but the sting was there, quiet like a mosquito under a summer dress.