DADDY ON TRUMP
Daddy was a died-in-the-wool Democrat. I was passing out fliers in grade school, door-to-door, to protect his Democrat patronage job, in the late 1950s. In the 1960s, he bundled us all up and took us to see then-candidate John Fitzgerald Kennedy speak at new Crestwood Plaza, outside of St. Louis. We were so far away, all I could see was the shock of his sandy hair, from time to time. Daddy despised Richard Nixon, whom he pejoratively referred to as "that ole bastard," in 1960. And when Kennedy won, you talking about rejoicing! Our family literally danced a jig, when he won!
Daddy worked as a volunteer at the Rock Hill, Missouri polls, at iconic Steger Junior High School, that we eight Coleman kids all attended, unless our two youngest siblings were bused elsewhere to school , other than the great school at our doorstep due to pernicious politics of desegregation in the '70s.
Daddy was such a Democrat that whenever he referred to the GOP , he would always called them "damn Republicans!" He knew that they were out for the rich white people, not for the poor black people like us; though we owned our home, where both parents worked and went to church , every Sunday, including during the week for choir practice and for prayer meetings. Daddy knew politics.
Daddy did not have much formal education, merely up to 6th grade, growing up in Mississippi in the 1920-1930s on a farm. But, he never stopped learning, listening, reading, newspapers, television, radio, and magazines, to the point that he was as well-informed as most folks are, on many, if not all, of the pertinent national issues, especially the issues related to our race's, family's and community's economic and political well-being .
Daddy loved "Luther King" as he called the esteemed Rev . Dr. and cried like a baby when he was killed on April 4, 1968, in Memphis TN. Daddy passed in September 1998, being born January 20, 1920.
Had Daddy been alive today to have heard Donald Trump's caustic reference to Haitians, Salvadorans, and Africans as "shitholes," Daddy, who really could swear, I declare , would have rejoined, that President Donald Trump was some kind of a blankety-blank "shithole" himself, along with his entire family tree!
Friday, January 12, 2018
POPPA ON TRUMP
DADDY ON TRUMP
Daddy was a died-in-the-wool Democrat. I was passing out fliers in grade school, door-to-door, to protect his Democrat patronage job, in the late 1950s. In the 1960s, he bundled us all up and took us to see then-candidate John Fitzgerald Kennedy speak at new Crestwood Plaza, outside of St. Louis. We were so far away, all I could see was the shock of his sandy hair, from time to time. Daddy despised Richard Nixon, whom he pejoratively referred to as "that ole bastard," in 1960. And when Kennedy won, you talking about rejoicing! Our family literally danced a jig, when he won!
Daddy worked as a volunteer at the Rock Hill, Missouri polls, at iconic Steger Junior High School, that we eight Coleman kids all attended, unless our two youngest siblings were bused elsewhere to school , other than the great school at our doorstep due to pernicious politics of desegregation in the '70s.
Daddy was such a Democrat that whenever he referred to the GOP , he would always called them "damn Republicans!" He knew that they were out for the rich white people, not for the poor black people like us; though we owned our home, where both parents worked and went to church , every Sunday, including during the week for choir practice and for prayer meetings. Daddy knew politics.
Daddy did not have much formal education, merely up to 6th grade, growing up in Mississippi in the 1920-1930s on a farm. But, he never stopped learning, listening, reading, newspapers, television, radio, and magazines, to the point that he was as well-informed as most folks are, on many, if not all, of the pertinent national issues, especially the issues related to our race's, family's and community's economic and political well-being .
Daddy loved "Luther King" as he called the esteemed Rev . Dr. and cried like a baby when he was killed on April 4, 1968, in Memphis TN. Daddy passed in September 1998, being born January 20, 1920.
Had Daddy been alive today to have heard Donald Trump's caustic reference to Haitians, Salvadorans, and Africans as "shitholes," Daddy, who really could swear, I declare , would have rejoined, that President Donald Trump was some kind of a blankety-blank "shithole" himself, along with his entire family tree!
