One Thing Leads To Another Which Leads To Another
One thing led to another which led to another.
It began with clicking and listening for the fourth time to yesterday’s clip here on the blog of Democratic strategist Donna Brazile saying, “I tell my friends, ‘You may vote against [Barack Obama], but don’t try putting me back at the back of the bus. I’m not going to the back of the bus.’ I’m not going to be afraid anymore!”
From there, it was sitting here and thinking about the column I was trying to write for Belieftnet.com about the Republican’s dangerous strategy of othering Obama. The latest strategy involves Sarah Palin tying Obama to a 1960’s radical and her “He (Obama) is not like us” speeches, and from there John McCain painting Obama as ominously mysterious and unknown to the American people and not to be trusted. On at least one Palin campaign stop, a man in the audience yelled out “Kill Him.” Palin who is supposed to be a born-again Christian never bothered to look up from her speech and put a stop to such sentiments.
One thing led to another which led to another.
From there I clicked over to a blog by a sister blogger Aunt Jemima’s Revenge to read her fiery denunciations of the Republican latest strategy, reserving her fiercest comments for that goofball of a black conservative, James Harris, who stood up recently at a McCain rally and begged (yes, I said the Negro was begging) McCain to turn up the heat on his negative campaigning against Obama. Who is this nut?
All of which sent me on a hunt for old video clips of an event whose images I replay from time to time in my mind. Ask me why? I don’t know. It’s the image of 15 year old Elizabeth Eckford, one of the Little Rock Nine, walking up to racially segregated Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas on September 4, 1957, and being turned away by the Arkansas National Guard. Eckford arrived at Central High School alone. All nine black students were supposed to go together, but their meeting place was changed the previous night. The Eckford family had no phone, and so Daisy Bates intended to go to their place early the next day but never made it. Elizabeth Eckford was traumatized for decades by that event and admits to having lasting scars from the geers and threats she endured that September morning. Who wouldn’t?
Yes, we’ve come a long way since that September 1957 morning in Little Rock, Ark. But there are days when I wake up and turn on the television and wonder if that’s true.
When good people keep silent and refuse to speak up against the evil brewing around them is how it gets started.
One thing leads to another which leads to another. Which is how mob violence gets started, you know? Which is how you look up and find yourself back at the back of the bus, you know?
Except this time there are those of us who won’t be turned away and won’t stand for being sent back to the back of the bus.



