What Is Wrong With Black America?
I’m not for any life being lost to wrongful murder: cop, black, white, brown, etc. But blacks must STOP IGNORING AND EXCUSING THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM.
The black race has a pathological problem with homicides and violent crime. Not my opinion, but according to facts which I write about at length in my book Con Job: How Democrats Gave Us Crime, Sanctuary Cities, Abortion Profiteering, and Racial Division.
Hip-hop singers like Jay Z, Snoop Dog, music mogul Russell Simmons and yes, Beyoncé too need to shut up and sit down. They expressed their outrage over the shooting deaths of black men in Minnesota and Louisiana, and talk about black lives matter all the while getting filthy rich selling songs with lyrics like “fuck the police, nigger, bitches, hoes, screwing, etc.” Seriously? Seriously?
Here’s the cold hard truth on blacks, and I refuse to call them my people because they aren’t. This black thuggish, underclass is killing and being killed by each other. Let’s cut the pretending. Hard working and or educated black people know very well why they live in the suburbs or nice neighborhoods away from “our people.”
Because you’re afraid and don’t want your kids exposed to that violence and lifestyle of fatherless households. If the hood is so great, why don’t more hardworking, law-abiding blacks live and raise their black families there? Because your black lives matter.
Blacks represent 13% of nation’s population and here’s our claim to fame.
According to the Justice Department, between 1980 and 2008, over a 30-year period, black people committed 52% of homicides.
In 2013, black criminals committed 38% of the murders. Whites accounted for just 31%.
All this emanates from 72% of black babies today born out of wedlock. More black babies are born to fatherless households then to married ones. This leads to the glorious welfare momma syndrome, which Democrats love perpetuating. Black young women, who don’t work, keep having illegitimate babies and are rewarded with government money to live in cesspools of gang and drug and gun-infested public housing. I devote an entire chapter in my book to the breakdown of the black family and how Democrats reward this bad behavior by protecting this pathology by opposing REAL welfare reform.
And don’t tell me it’s because of racist economic oppression. Martin Luther King Jr. didn’t die for blacks to have all this FREEDOM, affirmative actions, set-aside programs implemented by Richard Nixon for federal and state contracts, school desegregation and minority small business loans. And God knows what else for blacks to keep whining. Is racism still alive and well? Hell, yes but you work hard, take advantage of opportunities and excel. Blacks haven’t done that. Affirmative action has made us dumber. Blacks still don’t graduate college at the rate of whites.
As my parents have often lamented, before 1964 in many ways blacks were better off. They only had a 23% out of wedlock birth rate and they weren’t nearly as violent or broken down economically as a race. Blacks owned businesses then and they had more pride.
If black lives truly matter to blacks, then we need to teach and advocate for some huge reforms that start with personal black responsibility. No one can fix our black problems. The deaths of the men in Louisiana and Minnesota were sad and awful as were the deaths of five white Dallas cops who were trying to protect and serve. Cops aren’t hunting down black men like savages. Sorry, it’s just not happening.
According to Washington Post investigative data, in 2015 of the 990 people shot dead by police, nearly 500 were white and 258 were black. Any life taken by gun violence is a tragedy. In a nation with over 300 million people, this is hardly an epidemic.
Blacks are hunting and killing each other like savages with guns. But Blacks are also destroying their race with other pathologies. Police couldn’t do anymore damage to blacks than we do to ourselves on a daily basis. Then we have the nerve to ask whites, Democrats, the government–anyone but blacks ourselves to clean up our mess.
I’ve had Enough! Enough!