The 2016 Election and the African-American Vote

I watched CNN’s Smerconish this weekend which included guest Carol Swain from Vanderbilt University and Attorney Areva Martin. One of their topics had to do with Donald Trump’s condescending plea to African-Americans for their vote. I was so upset after listening to Carol Swain perpetuate Trump’s façade I had to write Mrs. Martin an email to thank her for pushing back.

I was also motivated to write and I decided to share a some of that email in this post.

“Clearly Trump and his advisors think he can use script writers like Kellyanne Conway to help him articulate his hateful rhetoric in a less threatening manner. The “new” Trump is trying to manipulate the emotions of African-Americans like myself, using the same themes that formed the plots of 1970s black exploitation movies.

I find it ironic the same man who bragged about knowing and having so many “words” at his disposal, suddenly needs someone to put the right words in his mouth.

Conway might be able to cram Trump into a package that’s more appealing to the Republican conservative base however, she can’t erase his history of misogyny and racism. And people of all ethnic backgrounds and orientations will never and should never forget.

And while I’m at it I would like to remind Mrs. Conway that real men respect women without strings attached.

A few weeks ago I speculated with family that Trump is frantically trying to divert speculation about his wife’s immigration status and his taxes by deliberately sprinkling the airways with red herrings. I still suspect that but I also believe his motives run much deeper. Just as Mitch McConnell and the Republicans never wanted an African-American President, the last thing Trump wants to admit is that female is a better fit to run this country than he is. He knows he’s going to lose this election and all he wants to do is leave behind a divided nation in his wake.

Yes, Trump knows words. And all they do is create controversy and pain”.



Every day is Father’s Day

Abuse and sexual assault issues are dominating the headlines these days and recent events involving former NFL players Ray McDonald, Ray Rice and Darren Sharper got me to thinking about my own family and how I think we (men) can start addressing these problems. Make no mistake, abuse is not an NFL issue, it is a global problem in society. I planned to make these issues the primary focus for my second blog post. However, as I was starting to write my first draft my nine-year old daughter plopped down on the floor of my office with a book to read until I tucked her into bed. I took a good long look at her, she just finished 3rd grade and before I know it she will be out in the world on her own. I started to wonder if I am doing enough to prepare her for the path ahead. Am I doing enough to educate her on how to avoid the type of man that only wants to control and take advantage of her? In my opinion the root cause of these problems is that these men have absolutely no respect for women. The result is that they have no idea how to have a relationship or communicate with a woman outside of trying to get her into bed. Compounding the issue is that these men are also having kids of their own and passing on their behavior thus, creating a vicious cycle of abuse and neglect.

Call me a mama’s boy or whatever but I’m glad that as I was growing up I was taught to respect women, it didn’t matter if it was a stranger or family member, “yes ma’am, no ma’am” is still part of my vocabulary and I open doors. My family taught me that manners would take me further than money and I believe that to be true today even as I approach the age of fifty. Proverbs 22:6 says “Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it”. I am that child. We are all, that child and somewhere along the line one set of children fell through the cracks of life to become abusers or victims. I am trying to raise my daughter so that she knows how to make good decisions, what it means to give and receive respect. For me it starts by making sure she sees the admiration, love and respect that I have for her mother. That doesn’t mean every day is perfect, were not living in Xanadu but I believe its meaningful for her to learn about how relationships work using her mother and father as examples instead of picking up breadcrumbs from what she might see on television or the internet where there are no filters, but I digress. As I was reflecting how I am raising my daughter my mind raced back some nine years to the time she was born. At the risk of sounding cliché, it was the best day of my life.

My daughter was born at 1:47 AM Tuesday morning, February 21, 2006. Her due date was actually the 19th but I was secretly pulling for the 21st because 21 is my favorite number. I am thankful that God had the same plan.

It was about 11:00 PM, Sunday February 19th. My wife had already gone to bed a few hours earlier having grown weary of waiting for the moment. I was sitting on the couch trying to decide if I should take a nap or grab some microwave popcorn and watch Robert DeNiro in the movie “Heat”. My indecisiveness was for good reason. When the doctor tells you that your baby will be born on February 19th, you spend all day on the 18th waiting for the next day and when it finally arrives you’re sitting on pins and needles waiting for the moment, that signal that sends you running for the already packed suitcase to throw in the back of the car, the sweater she is supposed to the wear, the cell phone, Suddenly you’re halfway to the hospital and a pang of doubt hits you, “Did I let down the garage door?”, “Do I have the list of people I’m supposed to call?”

I talked to my kid a few times during my wife’s pregnancy every day this headphone mic gadget that placed on the woman’s stomach in order to hear the baby’s heart-beat. I figured that if I could hear her heartbeat then she could hear my voice and never forget it.

DiNiro is about to meet his end, and I hear my wife shuffle to the bathroom. And then it happened. A clear gelatinous liquid hit the tile floor with such a splat, I thought my wife was killing a bug with her slipper, “My water broke!!! I raced into the room and saw her standing there a little frightened and a little excited all at the same time. My first thought was to grab her suitcase, grab her sweater, make sure that I had my cell phone and whisk her off to the hospital. That’s what we practiced anyway. What actually happened? I have no idea but by the time we changed her clothes, called the doctors answering service, got confirmation of a bed at the hospital and finally checked into the hospital, it was 5:45 AM, Monday. For next 14 hours I would sit by my wife’s side answering email keeping our friends and family informed while watching the Law & Order marathon. Her water had not broken, it was just fluid which the doctors would eventually have to replace. We would sit there watching Law & Order until finally about 8:00 PM the decision was made to induce labor. And that’s when things “got real”.

The contractions came and went, violently against the backdrop of the familiar Law & Order theme song, you know the terse “dun, dun”. About 11:30 PM, our daughter’s heart rate dropped, she had become twisted in the umbilical cord; we considered doing a C-section then all of sudden it was like she was dancing, she untwisted herself………I remember the doctor screaming at my wife to push, “Push, or you’re going to be here all night!” That earned him a few hyphenated responses from my wife and I said something along the line of “What’s your problem” luckily the nurse was there to keep us calm and focused. It was a little after 1:15 AM and I noticed that I was sweating profusely a 68 degree room.

Suddenly her head began to crown and nurse asked “Sir, has anyone talked to you about what expect when you first see the color of your child?” I had no idea what the heck she was talking about but the short story is mixed babies don’t look mixed out of the womb until after the air hits them. Our nurse felt compelled to give me advance warning (too many fights in the delivery room) that if I was concerned, all I had to do was look behind our daughter’s ears.

Finally, at 1:47 AM she came into the world. I watched her yawn then let out a scream after the doctor smacked her little buttocks, then a strange thing happened, time froze for just a moment. You see newborn babies fresh from the womb don’t look resemble babies at all. They look like gargoyles made out of oatmeal and as they scream they are actually filling in becoming complete right in front of your eyes. I cut her umbilical cord and watched as they weighed and measured her. My wife was exhausted, she could barely keep her eyes open, she held our little girl few minutes and then drifted off to sleep. I gave her the first bottle, she was wrapped in blanket with a little beanie on her tiny head. I held my daughter in the crook of my left arm, her face was very close to mine as she drank from her bottle. Her eyes locked onto mine the entire time until a very familiar sound caused them to react, not look away but to kind of jump, “dun, dun” it was theme song to Law & Order.

I wish she could never leave the crook of my arm knowing the challenges that await her but she can’t be a little girl forever and the reality is I will have to let her go to make room for the next man in her life.

So how am I doing so far (after nine years)?

I have a deep appreciation for the unique and wonderfully, complex father – daughter relationship. I am doing the best that I can but I am praying every day for guidance to be a better father and husband; that I continue to earn her trust as her friend as well as her father.

I encourage every father to get engaged in the lives of their children so that together we can start to change this culture of abuse and violence.

2 Timothy 1:12

Is it Finally Tim Tebow’s Time?

Every kid who has ever picked up a football, has dreamed of playing quarterback in the NFL. I know that I did. It didn’t matter if you were a better fit for playing on the line of scrimmage, nothing compared to throwing a forty-yard bomb down field for the winning score. I was hooked from the moment I watched my first game. My uncle taught me how to play the position I was kid. He taught me how to drop back with the ball up high, eyes down field looking for an open receiver. In fact, my uncle taught me everything about the game starting with the fundamentals, even how to pull like a guard, butt down, leading with my elbow. But I digress. I was more interested in emulating Tony Dorsett than Doug Williams, but if I had the chance to do it over again, I would probably focus on football’s most visible position.

That memory of my uncle is one reason I hope Tim Tebow gets a chance to fulfill his dream. What’s ironic is that I’ve never considered him to be a very good quarterback, but I’ve always respected his passion for the game. It’s a passion that I think has been missing from the game for a while. I remember when he became a household name at the University of Florida after scoring the game winning touchdown against Southern Mississippi. My opinion at the time was that Tebow’s presence was forced upon the team by head coach Urban Meyer, after all the Gators had a very capable and talented in quarterback in Chris Leak. After Leak’s departure Tebow became a force to be reckoned with in spite of his elongated throwing motion and questionable arm strength. His dedication to his team and leadership abilities overshadowed his flaws, at least at the collegiate level.

When the Denver Broncos made Tim Tebow their number one pick I thought that first-year head coach Josh McDaniel had lost his mind. When the Broncos reeled off seven straight wins to make the playoffs then beat Pittsburgh to advance, there was no denying his uncanny ability to make plays when it counted. Nevertheless despite his accomplishments the Broncos choose let him go the following year; granted he was replaced by Peyton Manning, I just thought he had done enough to warrant consideration as a backup.

The Eagles and head coach Chip Kelly have made some very interesting moves this off season and it remains to be seen just how Tebow fits, if in fact he is being signed to compete as a quarterback. I just hope he gets a fair chance and if it doesn’t that he has an opportunity to play another position if he accepts the circumstances. I often wonder if the latter is why he is not on an NFL roster, if it is his insistence on playing quarterback. Time will tell.

The draft is only a few days away and soon another NFL season will be upon us. Maybe Tebow will have a role, maybe not, I just hope he gets a fair chance.