Open letter to my President.

Proverbs 31- Let them drink!
Years ago there would be a lynch mob or riots and now they sit and try to calm the situation drinking a beer. Let them drink, I say, let them drink. If a person must get to be a Harvard Prof or a President of the United States to discuss Race in America in this way. Let them drink and forget their poverty. Let them drink and forget that we have paid dearly for the rights to be accepted into this country as parts of the one nation. Let them drink and medicate the sorrow which would cause them to want to come to blows with this man and or his whole race, for the complete disrespect that a young cop can get away with dissing an illustrious servant of the people and racial instructor and his President. The fact that in his youth he has no conscience to beg forgiveness of God and of his nation for bringing shame to his race in disrespecting an elder of another race. As though his poor mother taught him no morals or respect. Let them drink. Let them drink because there will never be a white person in this nation who would believe that it is incorrect for a young officer of the law to treat a President and not humble himself because the President is his commander in chief and apologize just at the shame that he brings to himself by being there in such a conflict. Oh no! We agreed to disagree. Let them drink. God will judge the nations continued persuasion of the rule of partial human status of the Black man. Let them drink. The drink means, you better be grateful that we are all civilized now and we didn't catch yo' little but out in the woods in Africa somewhere. God has saved us from ourselves in that way. The drink means we have been there and looked in a little pipsqueeks eyes and seen the disdain for ourselves and our race, no matter our position and felt like hitting him, just for the attitude. We' gonna forget that dis., my boy. The drink means we are going to, not without a drink, let bygones be bygones but don't catch us drunk somewhere one day or we may forget our position in life and we may forget that we's in America now. And we may forget, so don't catch us someplace where the eyes of the camera ain't and the eyes of civility ain't. Don't forget that this is over a beer. We is drinking to get this civilized see, because you has just cut my brother in his masculinity in a public way and you ain't even sorry see. Let them drink. and forget their poverty that after all that we is still Black in America I gladly drink with you on that disparity, still woefully obvious in our society. Thank God that we are not still left to our own savage passions.