To
all those people heeding the media when it blows things out of proportion with
its irresponsible way of conducting business, I want to remind them that what
happened in Florida between a “white Mexican” (as he is being called by these clowns)
and an African-American kid happens on a regular basis in California; and it
does not matter who kills who, or whether the killing is racially motivated
(which it is in most cases).
You see it all the time on the streets of
Los Angeles; Hispanics being killed by Blacks and Blacks being killed by
Hispanics, and nobody makes such a stink about it. Why? Maybe because black
kids in California wouldn’t look like a president’s son; or maybe because there
are no “white Mexicans” in LA; or maybe because --and this makes even more sense--
bringing something like that out to the public’s attention would not be of much
use to all the free-loaders --are you listening Al and Jesse?-- who jump on the
band wagon as soon as they get a whiff of profit, because they don’t really care about
the problem, they just want their piece of the pie and the limelight.
From Vietnam years to Watergate, from
Iran-Contra affair to Clinton’s well-publicized sex escapades, and anything
before, after, and in between, the media has always exploited everything
sensationalistic or with the potentiality of scandal just to sell more, without
considering ethics (for the most part) or the casualties that reckless
journalism produce. A good movie to watch along these lines is “Absence of
Malice,” with Paul Newman and Sally Field.
And, in the mean time, I want to post the
lyrics of the song “What’s going on,” by Marvin Gaye, as a reminder (you might
want to consider the song “Ebony and Ivory,” also) that things don’t have to
escalate if we are cautious about them. Can we all get along?
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today,
yeah
Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
Oh, what's going on
What's going on
What's going on
What's going on
Right on, baby
Right on
Right on
Mother, mother
Everybody thinks we're wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply because our hair is long
Oh, you know we've got to find a
way
To bring some understanding here
today
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Come on talk to me
So you can see
What's going on
What's going on
Tell me what's going on
I'll tell you ya, what's going on
Right on, baby
Right on, baby
Right on, baby
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