Was hanging out at another place and ran into another discussion about the trial currently underway about the children of Martin Luther King fighting about whether or not the have a right to sell some shit. I have paid little or no attention to the case as 1: I feel like it is none of my fucking business, and 2: Because it is none of my fucking business.
I have made this point in a couple of comment threads, but this morning, some individuals that I really respect, and who may have missed my previous exhortations on this issue, seemed to have still missed the point. Actually there are more than a few involved in what seems to be the continuing tragedy that forms the legacy of Martin Luther King.
I have paid zero attention to the issue. My cognizance is limited to comments about it that I have come across, but it has begun to dawn on me that I do have a dog in this fight, well that is a bit of bullshit, because it is not my business. The bigger mongrel concerns certain facts of certain matters, which chiefly among these are race. The shit that really woke my ass up this morning were a couple of comments from friends of mine.
Just reading about Martin Luther King, Jr’s children.
Bet he is spinning in his grave about now.
The sons want his Bible and Peace Prize (apparently to sell) and his daughter wants them to be accessible to the public.
There is nothing inherently wrong with this, and it is a “mess.” But, it is fundimentaly none of our fucking business. This was not the comment that set me off, what did was the following reply to this comment:
They take the fun right out of dysfunctional
Please choose more appropriate targets for your snark.
The kids in question lost their father at a very early age, in the worst possible way imaginable.
Kicking down is what that shit is.
Also, they (the children of mlk) have been coopted by the most vile pack of jackels…the same ones that wish to ruin us all
Forgive me if i find your quip offensive.
And credit is due to the target of my response as he followed thusly:
Point taken. Thank you.
I love both of these guys, but both struck a particularly sensitive nerve. Another beloved commenter, whom I have actually had the pleasure to meet in person had previously stated with respect to the discussion that
They probably need the $, I doubt his estate was very large. Also, too, a sense of entitlement to their dad’s legacy.
Which got me thinking about Tulsa, Rosewood, Lynchings, Redlining, colored only water fountains and the attendant raft of indignities which continue to plague the African American population to this day. To this I responded:
Black people have rarely had any such luxury of acquiring anything resembling.
And they are more entitled to his legacy than any of us are.
I am sure that there are vastly more interesting battles in court for even more ridiculous and petty reasons going on among the landed scions of old money transpiring that we never hear abt.
This was composed on a phone with a small keyboard with one finger so fuck the typos.
The point was momentarily forgotten, the point which really matters in any discussion of this situation, sorry one of the points, Blacks in this country have been systematically fucked from the get go while having to watch numerous waves of immigrants become absorbed into the privilege that has traditionally been granted to the European, cum Asian, and to a smaller extent Caribbean/Central(light skinned varietal’s only) Americans, which they enjoy as we speak.
We don’t own the legacy of Martin Fucking Luther King. We would love to. However, the fucking Jackassed RatFucking MotherFuckers on the right have been attempting to abscond with it for my entire fucking life.
“…color of my children…judged by the content of their character…”
This shit has been used to justify so much sophistry that if it was water it could float the fucking earth. It has always made me want to fucking scream.
The children involved own his legacy. Period.
As far as I am concerned only those who lost a parent in his prime to assasination, one who had made such an impact on the world, can opine about the subject, anyone choosing to throw barbs, toss about witty asides, can fuck themselves in my book.