I was looking at one of the big news channels on a popular cable network in my area. Anchors were discussing a fellow colleague's take on the nation as it pertains to the current administration that the United States is under. The consensus was that the nation was angry. Republicans are angry because of the elected president's affiliation with the opposing party. Democrats are angry because Congress isn't so easy to work in with angry Republican congressmen.

I'm not the biggest fan of Obama myself. I have friends who disagree with me. I am thankful that they have the freedom to disagree. I am thankful I have the freedom still, to disagree with the president and not be reprimanded for it.

I am a bigger fan of Alan Keyes. I said, if you're going to elect a black man, why not him? It's not the skin color, it's the character of the man that I am after. I was never comfortable calling black people black, nor white people white. When you grow up in a bilingual home, color comes in a multi-pack Crayola box. And my skin color is peach with a touch of sienna and burnt amber. White is for sheets, paper and angels' robes. Black is for cars, oil and demonic spirits. People are all shades of brown from light tan to dark chocolate. And the blackest shade is blue on a skin palate.


Sooner or later you are going to find out that I don't like abortion. Yes, ultimately it's a woman's choice. Yes, if a woman gets raped it is wrong. I still believe that a woman has a right to choose life. A woman has a right to be strong enough to be a mother in spite of dire circumstances.

I saw this program on television how abortion is highest among the “black” community. I thought to myself, “With all the protest against genocide, holocaust and the fight for equality, you would think some people would want to preserve their heritage.” But the bad thing is, the “black” community is sold out to the idea that this is the better option: to get rid of the child that would hinder the success of the woman's life.

Then, I was reminded of something that I observed in a town nearby and also what my Aunt taught me. When you see a section of any town that is run down, it is because drugs and alcohol are in a higher proportion in that area. We have this old myth idea that minorities live in the ghetto. It's not the color that makes a neighborhood full of riff-raff, it's the illegal and destructive activity that brings down a neighborhood.  Then, why do I see “black” neighborhoods in the midst of  red-light, run down districts. Is it because that is their lifestyle? No! Do they choose to live there because they think that's all they deserve? I don't know the answer to that one. Do they live there because they get paid less than their “white-colored” counterparts and these are the only types of housing they can afford? Perhaps. It seems like a vicious cycle of racism, doesn't it.

The reason why I was upset Obama go elected was because he was black, but not in the way that most people assume. I was upset that the public only elected him based on is color. That sounds every bit as racist as a being white biased. With total disregard to all the other positions he held on various controversial platforms, he was chosen because he was “black,” It is the content of his character, not the color of his skin, that really runs a nation.