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8:52 p.m. – Lynn Sweet of the Chicago Sun-Times – more home cooking – asks about Henry Gates, an African-American professor at Harvard who was arrested at his home by police in Cambridge, Mass.
Obama – a friend of Gates – says he doesn’t know all the facts, but the police “acted stupidly” after Gates proved he lived in the house; he also cites the history of blacks being disproprtionately [sic] stopped by police. “That’s just a fact .. race still haunts us.”
He also notes that Gates locked himself out of his house and tried to break in – arousing natural suspicion,. Obama wondered what would happen to him if he did that, then he remembered he lived in the White House.
“Here, I’d get shot,” he joked.
UPDATE:
Here’s the reason racism continues.
The cop is NOT sorry.
“As for President Obama’s comments on the incident, Crowley says it is ‘disappointing that he waded into what should be a local issue.’”
Sorry cop, racism is NOT local.
“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”
Martin Luther King Jr., Letter from Birmingham Jail, April 16, 1963
Racism is alive and well. Crowley is a racist cop.
Some say, “An ocean storm is
rougher at night.” Some see land
in the horizon and a closer place,
where waves lap the shore. Others
see dark clouds, sailboats on water.
And some, viewing a circle of
bending worshippers, believe
the bugs behind the inner ring could be
worshipping, too. Some say, “The kneeling
rocks can sing, but the sky’s too blue
to believe. And who’s to know what’s
behind the pink? The moon is a magnet—
the moon who has a smaller sister.”
And yes, upon looking closer, some say,
“She has two.”
Some say, “The queen is calling”—
the queen being a metaphor
for anything one can imagine or dream.
a new revision, based on the painting “Queen’s Call” by Miki
To become neighbours is to bridge the gap between people. As long as there is distance between us and we cannot look in each other’s eyes, all sorts of false ideas and images arise. We give them names, make jokes about them, cover them with our prejudices, and avoid direct contact. We think of them as enemies. We forget that they love as we love, care for their children as we care for ours, become sick and die as we do. We forget that they are our brothers and sisters and treat them as objects that can be destroyed at will.
Only when we have the courage to cross the street and look in one another’s eyes can we see there that we are children of the same God and members of the same human family.
emphasis mine
Poetry
“The Hours of the Night” (July 2008) by Nic Sebastain
“Rooms” (October 2008) by L. Ward Abel
“Oak Tree” (December 2008) by Terri Kirby Erickson
“Consolations” (February 2009) by Anne Whitehouse
“Crepe Roses” (April 2009) by Brenda Kay Ledford
“Best Friends” (April 2009) by Jessie Carty
Stories
“Eight Hours Later” (June 2009) by Shome Dasgupta
“The One-Armed Man” (June 2009) by Cindy Thames
Congratulations to these fine writers.
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