It’s been a rather troubling month or so here in the good ole U.S. of A. When it comes to Michael Brown and Eric Garner, trouble both preceded them and followed them, until their untimely and unfortunate deaths. I speak for a huge majority of people who wish to this day that we had never heard of Brown. Never heard of Darren Wilson. Never heard of Ferguson. But that isn’t how life works You take the good with the bad, and sometimes you get the bad, and the really bad.
That’s where Al Sharpton comes in. If there is a bigger mystery to me and those on the Right than this guy, I’ve yet to come across it. Reverend Al makes weathermen look good on their forecasts. Nobody else has made such a career out of being so wrong, so often, and so loudly.
The Tawana Brawley case was the first time I can remember this race-baiter getting any kind of attention. He started off a media firestorm some 25 years ago over what turned about to be a fictional account of what happened to the young Miss Brawley, who was 16 at the time. I won’t get into the details, but in a nutshell, she was afraid of getting in trouble for coming home days late, and made up a story about being sexually assaulted by a group of white men. Sharpton took the bullhorn by the horns and wherever there was a camera, shouted into it. They fingered a cop, who committed suicide as the main “perpetrator,” and then a young district attorney. Lies. All lies.
The family not only had to bury their son who had taken his own life, but then defend him posthumously against the made-up accusations. Same with the D.A, who easily proved his whereabouts during the time Brawley was unaccounted for. Case dismissed.
For most people, this would be the end of their 15 minutes. But Al Sharpton is more like a never-ending Ken Burns documentary, minus the facts. If there was a bogus story with racial overtones to it, there was Reverend Al. He was kind of like the guy in the rainbow wig who used to show up at all those sporting events 30 years ago, only with a microphone. Unfortunately, Rollen Stewart, who wore the rainbow hat, is the only one serving time behind bars. Instead of a Raiders-Broncos Monday Night Football game, Sharpton was in front of a police station in Crown Heights, Brooklyn defending the actions of a mob that killed an innocent hasidic Jew for being–well–Jewish.
If your memory isn’t serving you well and you don’t remember what happened in Crown Heights, and after you finish Googling Tawana Brawley, look into this one as well. Big Al (and back then, he really was BIG Al) was at his best leading chants of “No justice, no peace” for days and days after the tragic death of Gavin Cato, who had been tragically killed after being hit by a car driven by a Jewish man. Riots ensued, and a Jewish man was murdered in retribution. Sharpton was once again at the epicenter of the chaos, which is his usually where he stands.
For most, this would be enough to go back to where they came from, but Al isn’t like most people. This was just the beginning of his “storied career,” which included a run for President in 2004. He participated in the 2004 primary debates, during which, when asked about the current economic crisis in Ireland he responded, “Why are you asking me?”
He didn’t actually say that, but he did say that he was once elected vice-President of his student body in high school. Apparently that set him on the course to being a leader. He quite readily admits he isn’t qualified to do much. “I’ve never done anything other than preach and be an activist,” he once bemoaned. Lucky us.
Yet somehow, this ignorant loud mouth now gets the ear of the President when it comes to what should be done about Ferguson. Or who should be nominated for Attorney General. Or what kind of cereal he should eat in the morning.
Some take this fool seriously. They actually think he has wisdom, or insight into what ails the black community. (Mostly those who suffer from white guilt, for which there is no cure.) How else do you explain that Sharpton has his own TV show on MSNBC? Wasn’t Louis Farrakhan available? At least sweet Lou can put a few sentences together. His race-baiting, however, is too clear and concise. Sharpton hides behind the cloak of concern and care. He cares about two things: money and recognition. If he cared one bit about black America, he’d put on Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak and never be seen or heard from again.
I can tell you that I think I represent a much larger portion of America, and that if I see Al Sharpton’s name attributed to something, I immediately think, “This is some B.S.” He has the exact opposite effect of what he claims to be hoping for. The blacks that he represents will never be taken seriously if he is the front man. It’d be like having Shaggy from Scooby Doo be your spokesman.
I’m not sure why the black community is the only community that needs to have a leader speak for them. They are the only minority that seems to anoint such a person, and apparently, the criteria to become such a person is to be an Anti-Semitic, tax-cheating rabble rouser.
That may be good for Al Sharpton, but it sure hasn’t been good for blacks, let alone for America. If you want some advice, and maybe it’s about time you start listening to others who really do have your best interests at heart, stop listening to your imaginary friend, Al Sharpton. Once you do, just like an imaginary friend—he’ll go away. And we’ll all be the better for it.
Scott Johnston – NEWSslinger Contributor
A longtime television Sports Producer/Writer, Scott Johnston is turning his attention away from baseball, football, and tennis and towards his favorite other sport: politics. A husband and father of two, Scott lives just north of Boston in the very blue state of Massachusetts. He writes about things other than politics in his blog . Originally from Southern California, Scott and his family moved to the Northeast almost 10 years ago and enjoy it very much, other than the winters and the politicians, both of which he finds cold, long (-winded), and hard to take.