OUR SILENT SENTINELS
One wonders why so little has been heard from Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, or other traditional sentinels of our folks' flocks?
Donald Trump is at large, on the loose, about to assume the highest office in the land, if not the entire world, from Trump Tower, from Mount Olympus in New York. Yet, practically all that is heard is fear and dread, as to what may follow.
Maybe on Sunday's talk shows they will sound the alarms! Maybe not.
Such sententious silences are certainly conspicuously noted.
Disappointed Clinton supporters, of course, are mad, sad, sullen, short-tempered, hurt, because she lost, twice, first to Obama, now Trump.
I am not.
Actually, I am rather relieved that she lost to Trump, even though I voted for her. Directly, based upon my readings in Michelle Alexander 's book and in Ron Walters' book, one Clinton's legacy was already enough for me. No need for more!
Yet, many disappointed Hillary Clinton operatives, allies, and supporters have kept up quite a hubbub online about what the future might be, sans Hillary, and specifically, under Donald Trump.
Still, where are our sentinels? our watchmen? Where are those usual suspects who typically cry aloud, whenever any storm clouds are seen, or when predators appear?
Meanwhile, a steady stream of visitors of African descent, foreign and domestic, are gravitating to Trump. These visits are decried, assailed as self-serving, sell-outs, by Hillary people mentioned above.
I shall withhold judgment until the action begins. What have I to lose?
Meanwhile, unless the guard dogs bark, unless the trumpeters blow, until the sentinels sound an alarm, I shall assume that the coasts are all clear! Trump or no-Trump clear!
Saturday, December 17, 2016
OUR SILENT SENTINELS
OUR SILENT SENTINELS
One wonders why so little has been heard from Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, or other traditional sentinels of our folks' flocks?
Donald Trump is at large, on the loose, about to assume the highest office in the land, if not the entire world, from Trump Tower, from Mount Olympus in New York. Yet, practically all that is heard is fear and dread, as to what may follow.
Maybe on Sunday's talk shows they will sound the alarms! Maybe not.
Such sententious silences are certainly conspicuously noted.
Disappointed Clinton supporters, of course, are mad, sad, sullen, short-tempered, hurt, because she lost, twice, first to Obama, now Trump.
I am not.
Actually, I am rather relieved that she lost to Trump, even though I voted for her. Directly, based upon my readings in Michelle Alexander 's book and in Ron Walters' book, one Clinton's legacy was already enough for me. No need for more!
Yet, many disappointed Hillary Clinton operatives, allies, and supporters have kept up quite a hubbub online about what the future might be, sans Hillary, and specifically, under Donald Trump.
Still, where are our sentinels? our watchmen? Where are those usual suspects who typically cry aloud, whenever any storm clouds are seen, or when predators appear?
Meanwhile, a steady stream of visitors of African descent, foreign and domestic, are gravitating to Trump. These visits are decried, assailed as self-serving, sell-outs, by Hillary people mentioned above.
I shall withhold judgment until the action begins. What have I to lose?
Meanwhile, unless the guard dogs bark, unless the trumpeters blow, until the sentinels sound an alarm, I shall assume that the coasts are all clear! Trump or no-Trump clear!
