Desi Cortez

I’ve got a question for Lord Trump and his rump-roast buddy, Rush Limbaugh; When has white America ever “loved” black folks? Show me , tell me the time n’ place in US History 101 when white folks loved some black folks?

Look, the (NRA) National Redneck Association would, if they could, sell land mines and grenades at 7-11 stores, personal tanks would be lined up at Home Depot . . . because the White man can’t wait to return Black folks to 1938 3rd class status. General Jefferson Beauregard Sessions can't wait to let the dogs and the Apache Helicopters loose.

Trump’s ignited the culture war we’ve all feared for the last half-a-century, for multiple reasons; He’s a racist who doesn't “like” black people. He’s needs a distraction from his treasonous Russian activities.

That’s one of those “slap my momma and call me nigger” moments because it seems impossible that Black folks would be dumb enough, gullible enough to brand Trump a “good” white man. It’s undistupital across the Black nation - the man’s a racist.

OJ is a symbol, a human meter which reflects and illustrates the overt, blind-hatred much, if not most of White America holds for Black people.

Sorry, we ain’t going back to 1940 without a fight, without kicking and screaming the whole way back. And, as Trump and his storm troopers aren't going quietly into the dark night, what we got here is an failure to communicate . . . resulting in a dead-end, a standoff, perhaps a fatal national impasse.

Its debatable if Trump could stand in Times Square and gun-down folks, but he can instigate and orchestrate a global war. He can institute martial law in major Chocolate Cites, and snatch away healthcare from all those who can’t afford the exorbitant, extortionist type payoffs to the investor class.

If good, decent White folks don't step-up and speak-out, both Liberals and Conservatives, then the cavemen who want to return the nation to their glory days of yesteryear will rise-up and change the course of this nation.

tragically most every man and woman has a price. Somebody go blow the dust off the Ojays Soul classic “For the love of money” and go stand in front of Trump’s madhouse and pump it up.