Bastardizing the Dream: Alveda King


This is the week set aside in honor of one our own, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Normally a time for celebration, I have come to dread our annual commemoration because of photo-op’s like the one above with Republican presidential candidate Mike Huckabee. Dr. King’s niece, Alveda King, has fallen off the mountaintop, bumped her damn head, and become a member of the vast right-wing conspiracy.


Employed full-time by the religious right, she is an aggressive pro-life activist, minister, and professional public speaker. As she has moved steadily to the right, Alveda has provided political cover and given full license to those who would distort, defame, and destroy the dream of her late Uncle in the name of a fictitious colorblindness that is really white supremacy.


A long time opponent of Affirmative Action, she is entangled in a network of right-wing preachers hell bent on destroying the progressive social change that Dr. King fought for. While Dr. King spoke of the power of love and the creation of the beloved community, the glue that holds their little movement together is hatred, homophobia and a fixation with stopping same sex couples who love each other from having the right to marry.


In the month of Mrs. King’s death, Alveda participated in “Justice Sunday,” a wingnut gala consisting of the full constellation of reactionary politicians and their talabangelical brethren dedicated to fighting for the confirmation of Bush’s judicial nominees like Samuel Alito. Alito, an archconservative with a history of hostility to civil rights, provided the fifth vote to strike down voluntary Affirmative Action plans in the public schools last year. Weakening the legacy of Brown v. Board of Education without the guts to admit it, Alito and his allies on the court dealt the principle of ending separate but equal education a mortal wound.


Among those beating the drums of fascist religiosity with Alveda were Justice Sunday colleagues Tony Perkins, Head of the right-wing Family Research Council and a former Louisiana politician who paid white supremacist and neo-Nazi David Duke for his mailing list, and Jerry Falwell, a former segregationist who smeared Martin Luther King, Jr. as a tool of communists.

During most of Dubya’s first term, he found some way to paw Coretta Scott King in a manner that made my blood boil. Born on the same day as my grandmother two years apart, Mrs. King was always an icon in my household. I would NEVER allow George W. Bush to put his damn hands on my grandmother and I could never understand why Mrs. King visited the White House of a man who stole the Presidency. Her graciousness was always taken advantage of by this White House and she invariably became a colored prop in Dubya’s annual racist stage play of deceit every third Monday in January.


My personal favorite was the 2003 King Holiday. Within days of the holiday, the Administration announced a bold frontal assault on Affirmative Action by filing a brief against the Affirmative Action Admissions programs for both the University of Michigan and its School of Law. Writing a powerful Five-to-Four opinion upholding the principle of Affirmative Action, Sandra Day O’Connor ended her twenty years of steady opposition to Affirmative Action programs. Within two years, she resigned from the court only to be replaced by Alveda’s choice, Samuel Alito. It is only a matter of time now before Affirmative Action is destroyed by the Roberts Court.


Monday, I kept hearing reports of Republican presidential candidate Mike Huckabee being invited to attend King Day services at Ebenezer Baptist Church by a member of “the King Family.” While not identified, I have a hunch that the black fool in question was Alveda. She was the one sitting next to the presidential contender that told White South Carolina Republicans that they shouldn’t tolerate anybody dictating to them about where, when and how to fly the confederate flag. After desecrating the sanctuary with his presence, Huckabee used the occasion to accept the endorsement of a group of black wingnut preachers, the “Coalition of African American Pastors,” a group Alveda has claimed a board membership of on her website.



This week, Martin Luther King III, “deeply” concerned about politicians misappropriating the legacy of his father, wrote John Edwards a beautiful letter telling him to keep fighting and stay in the race. If he was truly concerned about folks distorting the dream, he would have stopped his Mama from being used by George W. Bush, stopped his sister Bernice from demonizing gays and lesbians, put his foot down to permit the man who paid for his Daddy’s funeral, Harry Belafonte, to eulogize his mother instead of the ignorant patrician in the White House, and done something to put his cousin Alveda in check.


As adherents of the drum major for justice who preached non-violence, it would be unseemly for the members of the King family to take Alveda aside and beat her ass until she remembers what the hell the dream is really about. Nevertheless, let me be the first one to say to the King family that all of black America would happily forgive y’all if you laid down the principles of non-violence temporarily to “lay hands” on Alveda with “the love of the Lord.”


I won’t tell nobody and I am quite sure that Atlanta Mayor Shirley Franklin, a King family friend, would help. After all, she has kept her girls outta jail, despite the mess they’ve been involved in, and I’m very sure a discrete word from the mayor to the Po-po would squash it. If Shirley can’t help, somebody can always call Bishop Thomas Weeks, Juanita Bynum’s soon-to-be ex-husband. The way I see it he’ll pop either the question, Alveda, or both.


Although I can’t help but lampoon Alveda and make light of this situation for the sake of my fragile sanity, bastardizing Dr. King’s dream is no laughing matter.


Justice Harold Melton, Sonny Perdue’s Colored Confederate



Harold Melton and Clarence Thomas

“The past is not dead.  In fact, it’s not even past.”-William Faulkner 

The news broke late Friday that the Georgia Supreme Court, in a 4-3 decision, overturned Genarlow Wilson’s conviction for aggravated child molestation, and the 10-year mandatory sentence that he received as a result of engaging in consensual oral sex with a 15-year-old girl when he was 17 and both were in High School.  

In reading the dissenting opinion, I discovered that Georgia’s newest State Supreme Court Justice, Harold Melton, a 41 year old African American and appointee of Republican Governor Sonny Perdue, is an undercover confederate with a disturbing penchant for distorting the rule of law.  Justice Melton signed on to a dissent in the Wilson case that only Federalist Society fascists like Clarence Thomas could love.  

The gross overcharging of Genarlow Wilson by Douglas County District Attorney David McDade, a racist if their ever was one, was a perversion of the law not intended by the legislature that echoes Douglas County’s only recorded lynching. 

“In Lynching in the New South: Georgia and Virginia 1880-1930,”  “The lynching of Peter Stamps on July 24, 1885, in Douglas County, Georgia, is another example of the severe consequences of defying the color line in sexual relationships.  For almost a year, Stamps, a black tenant farmer, had been the lover of his employer’s sixteen-year-old daughter without arousing suspicions.  But when the girl became pregnant, the romance could no longer be kept secret.” 

“Stamps was promptly arrested for rape even though the girl adamantly refused to accuse him.  While he was being transported to the county jail, a mob seized him and hanged him. The tragic affair ended when the young girl committed suicide by taking an overdose of sleeping pills.” 

In Douglas County, Georgia, Genarlow Wilson isn’t the first young person destroyed because of an unhealthy adult preoccupation with consensual, pre-marital sex among teens.   While all of the participants in the titillating sex party that was recorded on videotape were black, the unfettered white power to destroy their lives for a horrible youthful mistake remains the same.  All of the boys were branded as sex offenders for life.  None of them, however, served the time Genarlow Wilson did because he fought the charges, especially the rape charge for which he was acquitted. 

Because of that fact, I do not believe the District Attorney’s feigned concern for the girl who claimed that she was raped because after his fairness was challenged in the media, he distributed 35 copies of the videotape, which meets the statutory definition of child pornography, to the public.   Those are not the actions of man who believes he’s trying to protect a girl from unscrupulous teenage predators, but rather, they are the actions of a racist trying to cover his ass by clouding the issues and smearing Genarlow Wilson as some kinda teenage R. Kelly.

A real black man or woman would know and understand that and conduct themselves accordingly.  His two black colleagues on the court certainly did. Unfortunately, Harold Melton is not a real black man. He’s nothing more than a Clarence Thomas clone and a colored confederate faking the funk and fighting on the wrong side.   

Black Judges like Clarence Thomas and Harold Melton are fully aware of the historical context of the racial struggles of the African American community and are capable of meting out justice in cases like Genarlow’s,  but they are too blinded and ashamed to acknowledge the tawdry sex scandal that gave birth to their own nefarious power.  

Their power is the result of illicit fornication between Machiavellian southern rednecks and northern patricians in the Republican Party who unapologetically manipulate the inflammatory symbols of segregation, white supremacy and the irrational fear of black crime, to enrage and corral a provincial white electorate into voting GOP slates of pinstripe troglodytes like Douglas County DA David McDade into office.  Their mission: reverse the gains of the civil rights movement and keep colored folk like us in a designated place of impotent subordination.

Georgia State Flag, c. 1956-2001

In the same manner that George Herbert Walker Bush used Willie Horton to exploit the irrational and racist white fear of black crime, Georgia Governor Sonny Perdue used the issue of changing Georgia’s confederate emblazoned Flag, demanded by African Americans and their white democratic allies, to inflame a bigoted rural electorate against his democratic opponent, former Governor Roy Barnes.    

Sean Wilentz, writing for, breaks down the implicit racism employed by the maniacal right, “Republican politicians then exploited the issue, with all its blatant racial overtones. The Georgia GOP gubernatorial candidate Sonny Perdue, backed by Georgia Republican state chairman and former Christian Coalition head Ralph Reed, upheld the honor of those who died defending slavery, and pledged that, if elected, he would push for a statewide referendum to restore the old flag, nearly two-thirds of it taken up by the Confederate emblem.” 

“The tactic worked like a charm, especially in Georgia where the Democrat Barnes had been expected to win reelection handily. The election returns clearly show that rural white voters switched in droves to vote Republican, and that the flag controversy was one important reason why.” 

“… a victorious Sonny Perdue, appearing against a backdrop of Confederate emblems, jubilantly exclaimed, with dubious taste, a line from an old black spiritual made famous by another Georgian, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.: “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, free at last!  Since then, Gov.-elect Perdue has backed off from his pledge to restore the old flag, and said with a straight face that the issue was only a “small” reason for his victory. And so his campaign appeals seem to have been just a cynical ploy, in a long tradition of Southern racial demagogy.” 

Once elected Governor, Perdue plucked Harold Melton out of the obscurity of the Attorney General’s Office and made him his chief counsel.   A black Republican of long standing, Melton graduated from Auburn University and interned for Alabama Republican Governor Guy Hunt, a right-wing crook indicted and removed from office for diverting $2oo, 000 dollars from his inaugural ball fund to personal use.  

Upon Melton’s graduation from law school at the University of Georgia, he spent 11 years in the Georgia Attorney General’s office, most of it under Mike Bowers, a sanctimonious, homophobic party switcher with gubernatorial ambitions who zealously persecuted gay people using Georgia’s antediluvian sodomy laws while simultaneously carrying on a decade long extramarital affair with his secretary.   

Melton absorbed his patron’s homophobia and facilitated Sonny Perdue’s demagogic crusade to “preserve marriage” as the Governor’s Chief Counsel.   After Perdue had solidified his credentials as a southern redneck, and he couldn’t fulfill his promise to restore the flag because of a hostile legislature, he moved on to exploit homophobia to distract the same fools fixated on preserving their southern heritage of hate. Perdue shrewdly gave them the gays to demonize and focus their hatred on.   Georgia’s passage of a so-called “marriage amendment” solidified the GOP stranglehold on state government and assured Perdue’s re-election.    

As a reward, Melton was appointed to the Supreme Court in 2005, pissing off a lot of white conservatives who believed that the first GOP appointment should have gone to one of their white wingnut fellow travelers.   His vote against Genarlow Wilson and in a death penalty case I will subsequently discuss, should have quieted all the talk about Melton not being sufficiently conservative.   

Melton, the Death Penalty, and Georgia’s history of lynching 

I have never been amused by the Republican habit of dismissing and ignoring the history and persistence of racially motivated murder in this country.  Between 1882 and 1968, 492 lynchings of black men and women took place in Georgia, 479 of them murdered at the hands of white mobs, a number that ranks Georgia second only to Mississippi in the savage sweepstakes of white supremacist killing.    

This next vignette of hate should have some significance to the Governor because it happened six months before he was born, and directly implicated a gubernatorial predecessor. In July, the Associated Press wrote about how they uncovered evidence, through the use of the Freedom of Information Act, that implicated former Georgia Governor Eugene Talmadge, a virulent racist, in the lynching of two black couples after his 1946 re-election.

Talmadge, who died just months after his 1946 election to a fourth term, dominated Georgia politics in the 1930s and 1940s with a mix of racism and pocketbook populism.He came under FBI scrutiny because of a visit he made to the north Georgia town of Monroe two days before the Democratic gubernatorial primary and a day after a highly charged racial incident there, a fight in which a black sharecropper stabbed and severely wounded a white farmer.”

“The sharecropper was one of the four people who would later be lynched.In a report sent to FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover, the agent in charge of the investigation said Talmadge met with George Hester, the brother of the stabbed farmer. Citing an unconfirmed witness statement, the agent said Talmadge offered immunity to anyone “taking care of negro.”

“…The lynchings of Roger and Dorothy Malcom, and George and Mae Murray Dorsey on July 25, 1946, came eight days after the election and followed weeks of simmering tensions. There were rumors that George Dorsey, an Army veteran, had secretly been dating a white woman — a taboo in the segregated South. And the town’s white establishment was enraged with Roger Malcom, who was imprisoned after stabbing white farmer Barney Hester.”

“Malcom was waiting in jail when white farmer Loy Harrison paid $600 to bail him out. Harrison said he was driving Malcom, his wife and the other couple home, when he was ambushed by a white mob that surrounded his car near the Moore’s Ford Bridge. As many as 30 people converged on the vehicle and pulled out the two couples, dragged them down a nearby trail and tied them to trees.”

“Then the mob fired three volleys of bullets at the couples, leaving their dead bodies slumped behind in the dirt. One of the victims, Dorothy Malcom, was seven months’ pregnant. An outraged President Truman dispatched FBI agents to Monroe, about 45 miles east of Atlanta. But the local community — both white and black — clammed up.”

…Black families, who often sharecropped on white farms, were “frightened and even terrified” when approached by FBI agents. One farmer fled into a cotton field and had to be chased down, eventually telling an investigator he had been warned not to talk.” 

Baby Boomers like Sonny Perdue turn a blind eye to the cruelty and malevolence of their parents’ generation and the six lynchings,  which occurred in his home county in the twentieth century.  His guilt is submerged into the “good works” he performs like opening his home to a black foster child or his close personal and professional relationships with a few people of color. However, when Perdue’s back was against the wall, like Eugene Talmage’s was in the election of 1946,  he resorted to the same bag of tricks and he drew from the well white supremacy and division because of a desperation to seize power.  His desire to paper over the racial divisions he created with appointments like Harold Melton only makes the problem of racial discrimination worse.  

The spirit of fear inculcated and bred into black people by enduring generations of racist terror like the aforementioned lynching, is all over the next case.   The manner in which Georgia carries out the death penalty more closely resembles a lynching than a carefully designed legal process, which respects the constitutional rights of the accused.  Just weeks before the prevaricator from Pin Point, Georgia, Clarence Thomas, was disingenuously accusing his inquisitors of subjecting him to “a high-tech lynching” a real one was taking place in a Savannah, Georgia courtroom, in a town he claims to know well.   

The case of Troy Anthony Davis, a death row inmate, is one that shocks the conscience.  Convicted of the murder of a white police officer and the shooting of a black teenager, his conviction was obtained as a result of the perjured testimony of African American witnesses coerced to appear by a racist and incompetent Savannah police force.   The state had no physical evidence in this case tying Davis to the crime and all but three of the “witnesses” recanted their testimony.     Don’t believe me?   Read for yourself.  

Affidavit of Darrell Collins: 

When I got to the barracks, the police put me in a small room and some detectives came in and started yelling at me, telling me that I knew that Troy Davis…killed that officer by the Burger King. I told them that… I didn’t see Troy do nothing. They got real mad when I said this and started getting in my face. They were telling me that I was an accessory to murder and that I would pay like Troy was gonna pay if I didn’t tell them what they wanted to hear. They told me that I would go to jail for a long time and I would be lucky if I ever got out, especially because a police officer got killed.” 

“… I didn’t want to go to jail because I didn’t do nothing wrong. I was only sixteen and was so scared of going to jail. They kept saying that…[Troy] had messed with that man up at Burger King and killed that officer. I told them that it was Red and not Troy who was messing with that man, but they didn’t want to hear that…After a couple of hours of the detectives yelling at me and threatening me, I finally broke down and told them what they wanted to hear. They would tell me things that they said had happened and I would repeat whatever they said.”  

From the Affidavit of Antoine Williams:

 I couldn’t really tell what was going on because I had the darkest shades of tint you could possibly have on my windows of my car. As soon as I heard the shot and saw the officer go down, I ducked down under the dash of my car. I was scared for my life and I didn’t want to get shot myself.” 

“…Later that night, some cops asked me what had happened. I told them what is written here [in the affidavit]. They asked me to describe the shooter and what he looked like and what he was wearing. I kept telling them that I didn’t know. It was dark, my windows were tinted, and I was scared. It all happened so fast. Even today, I know that I could not honestly identify with any certainty who shot the officer that night. I couldn’t then either. After the officers talked to me, they gave me a statement and told me to sign it. I signed it. I did not read it because I cannot read.”  

From the Affidavit of Benjamin Gordon: 

Later that night, police officers came and dragged me from my house in Yamacraw. There were police officers everywhere after the police officer was killed and it seemed like they were taking everyone in Yamacraw to the police barracks for questioning. I was handcuffed and they put a nightstick under my neck. I had just turned sixteen and was scared as hell.” 

“The police officers took me to the barracks and put me in a small room. Over the next couple of hours, three or so officers questioned me – at first, they called me a motherfuc*er and told me that I had shot the officer. They told me that I was going to the electric chair. They got in my face and yelled at me a lot. The cops then told me that I did the shooting over in Cloverdale.”

“I just kept telling them that I didn’t do anything, but they weren’t hearing that. After four or five hours, they told me to sign some papers. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I didn’t read what they told me to sign and they didn’t ask me to.” 

In their zeal to avenge the killing of a white police officer, police misconduct mimicked an angry lynch mob hell bent in defending white supremacy by pinning any nigger with the crime.  This case has bounced between state and federal courts for 16 years and they have continued to reject any claim of innocence and refused to consider affidavits recanting perjured testimony. 

A law signed by Bill Clinton makes it all but impossible to considered new evidence of innocence  in the federal courts, and a ruling in Herrera v. Collins, a U.S. Supreme Court Case in which Clarence Thomas was in the majority, allows states to execute people they know for certain are innocent of the crimes for which they have been sentenced to death.   You read that right.  Clarence Thomas ruled that there is no constitutional problem with executing innocent people.   

In the last eight years, six brothas-Willie Williams, Calvin Johnson, Robert Clark, Douglas Echols, Samuel Scott and Clarence Harrison, have been exonerated by the state of Georgia after being convicted on the basis of false eyewitness testimony.   

Apparently, Harold Melton is ignorant of these cases and is following in Clarence Thomas’s corrupt footsteps because when Troy Davis reached the end of the line, and his execution date was set,  he voted against the Georgia Supreme Court hearing this case to consider evidence of witness recantation and claims of actual innocence, something appellate courts rarely do after they’ve already heard the case.   Melton, in effect, voted to kill this brotha and proved that he is possessed by the same spirit of evil that has Clarence Thomas in its grip. 

Melton faces the electorate for the first time next year. So let the word go forth, from this time and place, that its open season on Sonny Perdue’s colored confederate, in solidarity with Genarlow and Troy, because Melton’s anti-black jurisprudence is the historical fruit of the poisonous tree of white supremacy and further proof that “The past is not dead.  In fact, its not even past.” 


The Whore turns another trick


Hat Tip: Shenanigans blog at

Shenanigans has learned that former heartthrob Tennessee Rep/Chairman of the Democratic Leadership Council Harold Ford, Jr. has inked a deal with Fox News Channel as a political contributor.  Lest we forget, they just signed former Pennsylvania Rep Rick Santorum last week – look out Mort and Fred — we see their own TV show in the making. Still, Santorum last week, Ford this week: it’s all about being fair and balanced.

Nobody bet’ not EVER say another mumblin’ word to me again about Harold Ford, Jr not being a corporate whore.   Y’all hear me?   The evidence is overwhelming:  Chair Democratic Leadership Council,  VP at Merrill Lynch, and the coup de grace: a perch on Fox News.   Barack Obama is a true disappointment but his craven machinations pale in comparison to Harold Whore, Jr.   Harold, like Elvis before him, is the King.   

Thanx dbl Helix for the heads up.

Harold Ford, Jr’s Messianic Dream


Harold Ford, Jr took over the DLC yesterday, the Democratic Party’s corporate arm.  It is a nice resting place to be between Senate runs.  In  honor of the occasion, he gave the following MLK inspired peoration.


I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.  Last fall, a great American, in whose megalomanic shadow you stand today, lost an election in Tennessee.  This momentous decree came down and destroyed a great beacon of light and hope to millions of Tennessee Negroes who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice.  It came and ended a joyous daybreak that could have ended their long night of captivity.

100 years after reconstruction, this Negro still is not free.  One Hundred years later, the life of this Negro is still sadly crippled by the loss of a Senate election and sadly crippled by the manacles of his lost seat in the House of Representatives and the chains of little power.  One hundered years later, this Negro lives on a lonely island of powerlessness in the midst of a vast ocean of white political power.  One hundred years later, this Negro still languises in the corners of American politics and finds himself in exile in Washington,DC. And so we’ve come today to dramatize my shameful condition as nothing more than a white man’s corporate whore.

In a sense we’ve come to the nation’s capitol to cash a check.  When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the constitution and the Declaration of Independence, the were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.  This note was a promise that all men-yes, black men as well as white men-would be guaranteed the unailenable rights to life, liberty, and the shameless, demagogic pursuit of a Tennessee Senate seat.

It is obvious today that Tennessee has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as my situation is concerned.  Instead of honoring this sacred obligation to elect me to the Senate, Tennessee has given this Negro a bad check, a check that has come back marked “Harold, Call Me.”

But we refuse to believe that the bank of white corporate America is bankrupt.  We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity to fund another of my shameless, demagogic Senate Campaigns.  And so we’ve come to the DLC to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of power.  We’ve also come to this hallowed spot of the DLC to remind America of the fierce urgency of now.  This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.  Now is the time to make real the promise of my overpowering ambition. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of defeat to the the sunlit path of Senatorial power.  Now is the time to lift my ambition from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.  Now is the time to lay the groundwork for another campaign for this sanctimonious and phony child of God.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. The sweltering summer of this Negro Congressman’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating of my campaign coffers.  Two thousand and six is not an end but a beginning.  Those who hoped that this Negro Congressman needed to blow off steam and be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual and doesn’t elect me to the Senate.  There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until this Negro is granted his rightful place in the Senate.   The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of my Inauguration emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the Halls of the Senate.  In the process of gaining my rightful place we must not be afraid to be guilty of wrongful deeds.  Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for power by drinking from the cup of timidity. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of homophobia, corporate appeasement, and confederate nostalgia.  We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into principled discourse.  Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting our gag reflex with more focus group, poll tested crap.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust all confederates, for many of our confederate white brothers, as evidenced by their presence in the DLC, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with my destiny.  And they have come to realize that their legitimacy is inextricably bound to my election.  I cannot walk alone.

And as we walk,  we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.  We cannot turn back. There are those of you asking the devotees of my cult of personality, “When will you be satisfied?”  We can never be satisfied as long as this Negro is not in the White House.  Barack Obama will never make it. We can never be satisfied as long as my body, heavy with the fatigue of political travel, cannot rest in the Lincoln Bedroom. We cannot be satisfied as long as this Negro’s basic mobility is from ghetto Memphis to the House of Representatives.  We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “Lamar Alexander for Senate.”  We cannot be satisfied as long as any Negro in Tennessee doesn’t vote for me.  No, no we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and campaign cash like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come from areas where your quest to elect me left you battered by storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of my hypocrisy. You have been the veterans of creative suffering.  Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Knoxville, go back to Carthage, go back to Kingsport, go back to Gallatin, go back to Chattanooga, go back to the slums and ghettos of Nashville and Memphis, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.  I say to you today my friends-so even though we face the difficulties of another Senate Campaign, I still have a messianic dream. It is a messianic dream deeply rooted in demagogery.

I have a messianic dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that I, Harold Ford, Jr am the way, the truth, and the light.”

I have a messianic dream, that one day on the red hills of Tennessee the sons of former slaves and the sons of the owners of the Little Rebel Bar and Grill will be able to sit down together at the table of confederate nostalgia.

I have a messianic dream, that one day even the state of Tennessee, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice , sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis for democrats.

I have a messianic dream, that my future children will one day live in  a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the fact that their daddy was President of the United States.

I have  a messianic dream today. I have a dream that one day down in Tennessee, with its vicious  Republicans, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of TennCare deception– one day in Tennessee little black boys and little black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and little white girls and vote for me as their Senator.

I have a messianic dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and that crooked, closeted GOP Congressman will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed when I am elected to the Senate.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with.  With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.  With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our state into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.  With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to scapegoat gays together, knowing that I will be President one day.

This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning “My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.  Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let Pay Pal ring!’

And if America is to be a great nation, I must be elected.  And so let Pay Pal ring with campaign cash from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.  Let Pay Pal ring with campaign cash form the mighty mountains of New York. Let Pay Pal ring from the hightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.  Let Pay Pal ring  from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.  Let Pay Pal ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that; let Pay Pal ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let Pay Pal ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let Pay Pal ring from  every hill and molehill of Mississippi-from every mountainside, let Pay Pal ring.

And when this happens, when we allow Pay Pal ring-when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all God’s children-black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, and Protestant Confederates-will be able to join hands and sing in the words of a new Negro spiritual:  Elected at last! Elected at last! Thank God Almighty, Harold Ford,Jr. is Elected at last!”

Wanted: Confederate Outreach Director for 2008 U.S. Senate Campaign


Job Title: Confederate Outreach Director

Job Description: The Outreach Director will be hired to work across the state using a variety of gimmicks to cultivate public support for Harold Ford, Jr. among rednecks with bad cases of confederate nostalgia.

Job Duties:  Plan and implement confederate outreach strategy for Tennesse for Harold Ford, Jr. for U.S. SENATE 2008.  Identify and cultivate allies among right-wing, neo-fascist, confederate nostalgia groups.  Partner with existing confederate nostalgia groups to work in areas of public opinion, grassroots organizing, and coalition building to increase awareness of Harold Ford, Jr and his right-wing, confederate friendly agenda.  Plan, organize and/or attend educational events, community forums, cross burnings and other “speaking” engagements;Identify dissemination points for Harold Ford, Jr propaganda materials and messages, including potential local ad placement opportunities that feature Harold Ford, Jr flanked by all manner of confederate regalia, flags, and all other types of confederate bulls#*t.

Qualifications: Must be melanin deprived and have an affinity for the Confederacy and that “Old Time Religion.” 

Contact: Please fax your resume, salary requirements, and three recommendations to:   1-800-SELLOUT. 

Harold Ford, Jr. on election day chats up the good-ole boys in front of Rebel Flag


It takes a truly opportunistic, self-loathing, black whore to pose in front of a confederate battle flag on the day you’re asking voters to make history and elect you the first African American elected to the Senate from the deep south. The picture says it all, don’t ya think? I missed this photo in all the hoopla surrounding election day and my own activities pushing my candidate, in the pouring rain, at my polling place. The photo focuses my rage unlike anything else this craven, corporate shill has done. The symbolism should speak volumes to the African American community that was deceived into seeing his candidacy as a historic ray of hope.

To say that the Confederate flag is a divisive symbol understates its inflammatory power. As a black southerner, Harold Ford, Jr. understands what this flag means. Every generation of his family and mine have been oppressed under it’s divisive perch atop the Capitols of every southern state in the union.  Indeed, this flag, and its accompanying confederate monuments, combine to form racist monuments to white supremacy in every former state of the confederacy that remain to this day.

During the funeral rites for Coretta Scott King at the Georgia State Capitol, it took everything I had to stand there and be silently assaulted by a massive bronze statue at the capitol’s entrance to Georgia Senator Tom Watson, a Klansman and anti-Semite who whipped up a lynch mob to murder a jewish man who had been falsely accused of murdering a child.

It is supremely ironic for Mrs. King, a woman revered for her fight against bigotry and racial intolerance to have been honored in a building dedicated to the preservation of the divisive legacy of the confederacy.  I would have gone anywhere to have honored her, but it was a bitter pill to endure being in a place saturated with hate.

For Harold Ford, Jr to display a disingenuous affinity for such venues, which are saturated in that same hate, is an insult to every drum major for justice who fought and died to make his reality possible. He insults the intelligence of both blacks and whites who understand full well the nature of his pandering. 

From the Anti-Defamation League “Although the flag is seen by some Southerners simply  as a symbol of Southern pride, it is often used by racists to represent white domination of African Americans. The flag remains a subject of controversy because some Southern states still fly the flag from public buildings or incorporate it into their state flag’s design. The flag is also used by racists as an alternative to the American flag, which they consider to be an emblem of what they describe as the Jewish-controlled government.”

Harold Ford, Jr sold his soul to the right-wing during the course of this campaign. His campaign platform was nearly identical to his Republican opponent. In order to win, he pandered to the basest elements in the white psyche, just like his opponent.  With just 16% of the Tennessee electorate black, he needed every white vote he could get. In the process, he deliberately decided to give aid and comfort to those who revered the symbols of the confederacy. A government, that in the words of Confederate Vice President Alexander H. Stephens, “is founded upon…;its foundations are laid, its cornerstone rests upon the great truth, that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery–subordination to the superior race–is his natural and normal condition. This, our new government, is the first, in the history of the world, based upon this great physical, philosophical, and moral truth.”

Every soul that has ever prayed for me and beseeched God for my generation to be free, rise up and demand that I denounce him as the traitor to the race that he is.