So Atlanta had a mayoral race yesterday between Democratic Councilwoman Keisha Lance Bottoms and “Independent” (embarrassed Republican) Councilwoman Mary Norwood. During a discussion of the election by local news anchors, somebody decided to email in a hot take that I’d bet they thought would never get on the air. WRONG:
Regardless of her reasoning, Kathy Rae sent the following email to the show live:
“You need to be fired for the race baiting comment you made tonight. It’s okay for blacks to discuss certain subjects but not whites…Really, you are what I call a N***r not a black person. you are a racist N***r. you are what’s wrong with the world.”
What happened next was a clapback that has already been submitted to the Clapback Hall of Fame with a request to waive the five-year waiting period:
Here’s the kicker: Kathy Rae is from Flint. MICHIGAN. Yeah, that Flint. Maybe you should stick to the bottled water, Kathy Rae. No point in doing any MORE damage to your brain. Also, maybe see if any stadium seats survived the Silverdome implosion Mark II and grab one and HAVE A SEAT.
The Michael Bennett video seems to have some people WOKE! But wait…
Since so many people seem to have forgotten, I’ll leave this visual aid here:
Too disgusted to say much more at the moment save this – if you’re still making excuses for him at this point, there’s no excuse for YOU.
Personal log, 201703.6
I have returned from laying Papa Cisco to rest. My brother stayed behind to tend to our mother for a few additional days. We had a week of remembrance, but very few tears. The last eighteen months had not been kind; the last two weeks unkinder still. It is a terrible thing to pray for a release that takes a loved one away forever, but if it had been Papa’s call to make, this outcome is the call he would have made.
The truth is, Papa was a comedian of sorts; he enjoyed making helping people and making them happy. He did a LOT of that; his memorial brought the largest turnout in recent memory according to the Minister; a testament, he says, to the type of man Papa was.
There’s a certain expectation among the Cisco clan, even (and especially) in times such as these. I literally have a lifetime of memories and instructions to carry our legacy forward, and as the eldest son it is a matter of personal honor that I do so. Mama is holding up well; having gone through my own loss not so very long ago, it will be my task to help her find her way if need be, as she did for me. However, she is both stronger and better prepared for this than I was; I fully expect that she will be more worried for us than the other way around.
I am sad that Papa is not here, yet grateful that he is with Mrs. Cisco now; they became fast friends over the years, and the thought of them together watching over the rest of us gives me comfort.
Tonight, for the first time since her death 9 months ago, I’m glad Mrs. Cisco isn’t here to see this. For now I’ve had it confirmed that half of the country hates me so much that they’re willing to burn the country down in response to PBO. They wanted me as an enemy, they demonized me and anyone who looks like me. They wanted a Neo-Confederacy. SO. BE. IT.
They may find the having less pleasing than the wanting. May the Prophets make it so.