Black men, Halloween is Here. Did you Carve your Watermelon?
The Way Donald Trump says you Do?
So, Friends, you must be getting sick and tired of listening to me explain why your support for Donald Trump is misplaced and self defeating, but I’m not tired of explaining, especially when so much is at stake.
This past weekend, everyone with any golden tinge to their personal pigment was so enraged about what Donald Trump’s racist comedian friend, Tony Hinchcliff said about Puerto Rico during Trump’s imitation of a 1939 pro-Nazi rally, they neglected to attend to what he said about Black men. Ya’ll, you don’t carve pumpkins for Halloween; no, you carve watermelons.
I love watermelon in the summer, and if it were in season in the fall, I would consider carving one a waste of a genuinely worthwhile fruit. So would your ancestors. For them, watermelon was the cash crop that advanced newly-freed slaves (aka, “prisoners”) from dependency to self sufficiency.
As reliably as Nature abhors a vacuum, Southern whites abhorred any development that gave Blacks economic independence. They began to ridicule that symbol of economic independence and turned it into a stereotype. After all, if someone can turn you away from a product, a program, or a person that benefits you, then they have defeated you twice. The first time…
