Okay, so I was checking out political cartoonist David Horsey. I love political cartoons. If done right, they give you a comedic snapshot of the political world at large. A few years back I tried my hand at political cartooning, for a small, black oriented newspaper, here in Texas. I enjoyed it too, but I had to give it up. Those bastards were paying me on CP time; and you know that crap wasn’t cool or appreciated.
Anyway, Mr. Horsey is a Pulitzer winning cartoonist. I love his brand of humor and the reality in his work. He’s is the man. However, like most white cartoonist, he rarely depicts black people in his work, unless he is talking about poverty, sports, AIDS, or whatever else he believes relates primarily to black folks. But, I ain’t mad at him. Most white folks don’t know much about how black folks get down. I’m just surprised at how often he gets it right.
Take this cartoon for instance. Bill Cosby in 1988, Michael Jordan in 1998 and now Obama in 2008. I took a look at it and thought, “Wow, is this true?” Is it? Is it true that every ten years America finds a non-threatening Negro to latch a hold to? Someone just black enough to push into the lime light and say, “Hey, here is a Blackie we don’t have to be afraid of!” A role model of sorts.
I’m not sure if it is true, but when put into black and white, like that, it sure did give me pause to think about it. Black people are doing great things every day. That is a reality. But it isn’t that often that you hear about the great things that black folks do. Why is that? I’ll tell you why. Because the hand that controls the media, rules the world; and like it or not, white folks control the media.
But that’s okay. I don’t want be the wheat bread to America’s hoagie sandwich. I’d much rather be the partially burnt, discarded piece of toast, left on the plate at breakfast. Personally I think white folks are getting a little too comfortable around us anyway. I kind of liked it when I got into an elevator full of white folks and they all scrunched up into the corners, in order to get away for me. It made me feel like gansta.
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.