Once Upon a Time in Washington

Responding to a recent story of an African American woman slapping a Hispanic woman with the words:  “That’s for taking our jobs,” I realize in walking the talk of loving people wherever they are, I would have fought that Sister to protect the Hispanic woman, and probably taken an ass-whipping.  Our City rocks with a new and wonderful energy because we are blending many cultures, and flavors and vibes, but let’s pull the focus upward and observe this awful incident from a macro level…
What would it be like to have so much power that all you had to do was sit in a room with other policy scientists and look at empirical data regarding demographic groups and say: These people are moving too fast, and there’s a subset of their group that actually threatens the status quo.  We have to pose (cosmic death-blow type) obstacles in their way, or our hegemony is over?”
Big business likes cheap labor.  That’s what drives the immigration laws. This is why Mitt Romney will never alter the new immigration initiative posed by Barack Obama.  Historical trends suggest that Immigrant populations are less likely to strike than Blacks, and the ruling class is more than aware of internal issues African Americans face in developing collective strategies. After all, the most effective strategy employed by COINTELPRO in the 1970’s was the “bring a bone, take a bone”  style of dividing and creating mistrust among coalitions of Black leadership.
What we had once upon a time in Washington, DC was a vibrant culture of business, music, art, theater, and a well-established, upwardly mobile, very well-educated Black population that created jobs for others.  Before the explosive growth in the Hispanic population, before the crack and gun wars, before the dismemberment of incentives for college matriculation, African American people were on track to build a kind of lasting stability that would have ensured a future we could have been proud of.
Instead, the expansion of opportunities for immigrants grew in direct proportion to severe limits placed on Black employment, this event co-coincided precisely with the influx of guns and drugs into the inner cities in DC and all over America.  C’mon…we are not stupid.  This perfect storm of events was meant to hobble a specific group without the appearance of direct involvement. History may effectively conceal the degree to which the DOJ was in the business of selective investigations, selective prosecutions and other strategies to prevent a lasting culture of success in the Black Community. The spiritual finishing blow is to have people come in to criticize and imply:  “We had to come clean up this mess, why didn’t you do this before”
For newcomers, you are viewing these developments in a vacuum, and you get to mop up distressed properties after the economic infiltration of the community. The financial sector has always red-lined even the best black neighborhoods, and there were many  commercial projects partnered or led by Blacks, but that level of economic activity is hard to sustain without expanded educational opportunities for young people coming into the pipeline.  The Bakke decision, Regents of the University of California v. Bakke, 438 U.S. 265 (1978)  had a massive chilling effect on University enrollment which continues to this day.  Bakke shifted the emphasis from “let’s go to Harvard and see where life takes me” to “If I apply to Harvard, everyone will think the only reason I got in was because I’m Black”  A ‘friend’ actually said that to me once.
As city dwellers begin to weave the fabric of a new multi-ethnic municipal order, it would be so easy to observe the current downward spiral and say:  “You people need to care about education and you need to own homes…. you people, you people, you people…” and wag the disdainful finger while  never understanding that the agenda of domestic social control is being played out right before our eyes with ALL of us as pawns.  Trust me when I tell you even a mildly intuitive person picks up the nuances of speech and the body language, and the awkward fearful looks and conversation.  It’s a shocking and painful time to be a Washingtonian of any race.