Can We Forgive Jesse Jackson For "Spitting Into Whitey's Food?"
There seems to be a full court press on Paula Deen for her either joking or indiscriminate use of the N Word, which is only allowable within the domain of African Americans. Call it ethnic immunity or racial privilege, the N Word may be used both as a pejorative and/or an expression of affection within the black community. "Look what we can do, but you whitey's can't.." Its as if there is a bounty poster over the head of non-blacks which is titled "WANTED: ANYONE WHO IS NON BLACK CAUGHT USING THE N WORD." The reward for these merciless bounty hunters, catching a white person using the N Word, is 300 minutes air time on the Rachel Maddow, Al Sharpton, Tavis Smiley, or Chris Matthews cable shows, and a ten page spread in the New York Times. I personally have disdain for the N Bomb - no matter who uses the word.
I have Tweeted and Facebooked, the Food Network, and several sponsors who decided to pile on Paula, and like an angry bird, tweeted on their lack of judgment and for their unmerciful actions. How could they not forgive someone who apologized in tears for something said over 20 years ago? Easy - they are libs. I was aghast to see a Washington D.C. black pastor, Franklin Jackson, on the O'Reilly Show, suggest that Paula Deen could 'atone' for her racism, committed over 20 years ago, by "Donating money to some black charities." Do they know anything but shaking down people for money, for sins committed in the ancient past?
Imagine if Paula Deen expectorated into "Blackie's" food as Jesse spat into "Whitey's" food in 1969. Unless Life Magazine misquoted Jesse Jackson in a November, 1969 article, that's what he did, and he has never apologized to my knowledge.
The following is from
Life Magazine | November 29th, 1969
|Life Magazine | November 29th, 1969|
... Sometimes he preaches on the legacy of slavery, and one senses that as he stands up there, his eyes ablaze, arms flailing, neck veins rigid, he is feeling every lash of every old whip. During these sermons Jackson sweats profusely, the only visible symptom of sickle-cell trait, a chronic blood disease that saps his stamina but which he ignores in the drama of the moment. Jackson talks about himself at these meetings. Once he told of his days as a waiter at the Jack Tar Hotel in his home town of Greenville, S.C. Just before leaving the kitchen he would spit into the food of white patrons he hated and then smilingly serve it to them. He did this, he said, "because it gave me psychological gratification." It was something everybody in the audience understood.
Don't believe it? Read the first two pages of the original Life Magazine article.