How come?

Poor old Harry Reid of Nevada, a man I used to admire and liked, but have changed my mind since he became the Senate spokesman and seems to have lost his touch as he and his fellow compatriots follow the leader without much thought to what is best for his constituents . . . ah, power and its destructive best, a common theme when we talk about politicians. At one time he was a man of integrity and spoke his mind and his love for Nevada showed. Now he is apologizing for saying words that are true . . . our President is light skinned, our President does use a dialect when speaking to the Negro population, which by the way is a name that was once said in pride . . . Negro. . . now it is said that this is old fashioned, gone by the wayside and we need to go with African American. We are a nation of blended colors, a mixture of genes that come from so many different sources, there is no 'pure' blooded races in our world. History tells us that when we read about the conquests of war wherever there has been one. . .and there has been one everywhere you can mention. I get tired of all the rhetoric about 'names'; we are who we are and I don't think we were given choices. So Harry Reid, I am not upset about your choice of words, but I am upset about your choice of personal change . . . where is the strong and wonderful man who gave so much to his State and to the people living in it, no matter what they called themselves? You do not read my blog, but I am sure your staff reads my letters. My chore for today, a letter to Harry Reid for old times sake.

So today, if you have a mind to write to someone, think about that representative that may be changing his colors or his name or putting blame on everyone but him or herself. Maybe they need a small reminder that your admiration and vote is in jeopardy and they need to 'get over themselves' and get back to work for America and all of the Americans no matter how they spell their name or the color of their skin . . . black is beautiful; milky white is Divine; yellow spells sunshine; green is our grass; brown is our earth; red is the blood we have spilled along the way to allow us to be American. . . so find your pen and write, you remember how, O O O O and / / / / . . . now that should bring back some old memories.