Occasionally, I read or hear someone sincerely and sanely
ask just what the hoopla is surrounding this Clerical Crusader
known more affectionately as the “Reverend” Jesse Jackson,
or J.J. for short. They
wonder in amazement at his vilification by the more conservative
quarters of American society, and invariably, they’ll chalk up
J.J.’s roasting as another random act of racism by a powerful
right wing conspiracy. In
fact, just this other day, I read a column that suggested this
very thing. I
recoiled in amazement at the apparent ignorance put forth by the
So I decided to respond to this inquiring mind with the
mighty pen. Why do
I detest the “Reverend?”
Why do I look at this idiot as nothing more than a
buffoonish clown? Let
me count the reasons why.
I like things in chronological order and so I’ll lay
out evidences for this pseudo-intellectual’s vacuity in a very
organized fashion, from his earliest acts of tomfoolery to his
most recent run-ins with stupidity.
Twenty-one years ago this civil rights jester trekked
down to Atlanta to undertake an investigation into the
mysterious slayings of several young black boys.
The natives were at a loss as to who was doing all the
molesting and killing; the local authorities hadn’t the
slightest. But J.J.
did. Oh yes, he
certainly had it all figured out.
Why, these young black children were dying at the hands
of members of the Ku Klux Klan.
Yep, the hooded villains were at it again.
And why not? As the “Reverend” so adroitly pointed out at the time,
“it is open season on black people.”
Sure enough, sales on hunting licenses and tags were on
the rise at that time in Stone Mountain and other parts of the
Atlanta metropolis. Not
But J.J. was as sure as the sun rising every morning that
white folks were responsible for the grizzly deaths of these 23
slaughter was indicative of a general disregard for black people
that was gripping the nation, or so Jackson posited. He told Time Magazine at the time “black life is not
seen in the same manner as when whites are killed.
I regard this attitude as a cultural conspiracy to kill
black people. The
American culture is anti-black.”
After this stream of brilliance from the veritable man
o’ cloth, the white perpetrator came forth and admitted to the
When all was said in done, a degenerate pedophile
sporting black skin was convicted of the deaths of these 23
boys. The clerical
crusader’s unfounded aspersions made him look really silly.
A few years later, the brazen buffoon opened his mouth
again. The year was 1988 and a black female by the name of Tawana
Brawley cried rape at the hands of one of those horrible sub
human forms known as a white male.
You know, the sort that founded and developed the
greatest society ever known-Western Civilization.
Yes, those rape-crazed animals.
Well, the “Reverend” charged that Ms. Brawley’s
rape was “part of a larger and growing case of racial
was targeting black females for rape and other exploitative acts
The rape charge ended up being a devilishly concocted
hoax on the part of Tawana.
I’m sure we all remember the Great Racist Church
Burnings of the Mid- Nineties don’t we?
Surely you recall the panic and fear felt by all black
Americans as scores of congregations were torched by pyro-crazed
white racist hillbillies acting in concert as part of a
nation-wide conspiracy of intimidation.
I remember well those dark days of 1995, as William
Clinton and the “Reverend” joined hands in tiny towns
throughout the south, belting out stanza after stanza of We
Shall Overcome. I
don’t know about you, but the lyrical abilities alone coming
from the silky smooth “Reverend” had me convinced more than
ever that white thugs were responsible for some 50 houses of
worship burning to the ground.
How could it be otherwise?
If J.J. says it is “a cultural conspiracy,” then it
must be. Waxing
But once again, the Holy Warrior from Harlem was dead
investigators, Bill Clinton’s FBI mind you, concluded that
only three or four of the burnings were motivated by so-called
“hate crimes.” Additionally,
a few of the culprits were of a decidedly black hue.
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