Barrack Obama & the African American Cognoscenti


Cornel West and Tavis Smiley have three things in common. They are African American. They believe they have some relevancy in and influence on the Greater African American Community (they don't) and all of them are overt and consistent critics of President Barrack Obama. 

Their main complaint is that President Obama didn't do anything and/or enough for African Americans. They and their apologists also believe that anyone supporting President Obama does so because he is black and his supporters are just Land-o-Goshen-tickled pink, black, brown, beige, red and tan to have had an African American in the White House and aren’t sophisticated enough to see and agree with the complaints West and company offers to the greater African American community with their diatribes against President Obama.

The arrogance of their position would be laughable if the stakes weren’t so high and Obama's accomplishments hadn't been so great. President Obama ended the war in Iraq. The Afghanistan conflict is (hopefully) winding down for America and its NATO allies. Thanks to the Obama stimulus the economy is in a slow but steady recovery from the Bush economic debacle and the Republicans and their racially motivated minions and pundits have declared and are engaged in a war on the American People with their “Just Say Nobama”  and MAGA positioning.

What the President has done is proven the fact that an African American can in fact achieve greatness at the highest level in this country. He has also proven that an African American does not need to incorporate a victim-mode mindset in which one must beg, cry, march, meet or complain about our condition. One need only to incorporate some of or the entire blueprint Mr. Obama has followed to achieve success. This presents a problem for West and Company because it is contra-posed to their worldview of black folks as helpless and dependent victims of a dying, anemic and pathetically weak white power structure. It also impedes their ability to promote their worldview and earn an income from doing so.

We are the only culture in this country where our so-called leaders attach themselves to a mindset evoked for the sole purpose of profiting from our real misery. This includes the aforementioned so-called leaders, preachers, ministers, pundits and house-negro, social media proletarians. While other cultures of color in this country are rising and transforming their communities, economies and infrastructures; despite the obstacles placed before them by racists and financial oligarchs, we continue to fight a war that was essentially won and literally paid for in blood of our esteemed brother and sisters during the Civil Rights struggles of the 50’s and 60’s. That being the case, it’s time we put down our marching boots, step from behind the daises, turn of the microphones and move forward into the twenty-first century as a people of achievement and excellence!

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