Posted By: jack sprat  on Thursday, July 17, 2008

Mr. Elder

Thank you for your call to reasonableness. I loved the "moral court" and like seeing you as an emerging voice in the chorus of those who oppose the race baiters. We are both Americans with obvious differences, I believe you are the taller.

May God Bless and keep you as you spread the word of equality and change through out our country, with meaningful change and true equality.

Posted By: fencerider rob  on Thursday, July 17, 2008

Awesome, really couldn't have been said any better. Thanks to this intelligent author.

Posted By: Shelby A.  on Thursday, July 17, 2008

I had the pleasure of "meeting" Mr. Jackson once.  Well, actually, we didn't meet, per se.  He was in town to give a speech at the university and my husband at the time and I were just leaving after enrolling our son as a frosh.  We had parked in the back of the campus and so headed out, cutting between the buildings to get there faster as it was hot.  We rounded a corner and noticed a motor bricade, but thought nothing of it (we were not Jackson followers and so had forgotten that he was scheduled to speak).  Just then, Mr. Jackson emerged from the back seat of his car and as he was standing up, noticed us.  My ex said, "Hmmmmm, Jesse Jackson," and I said, "Yeah," and started to veer to the left so as to go around the car.  (I am SO not one to fuss over celebrities:  I am not easily impressed by humans, and certainly wasn't by Mr. Jackson, ever, soooo...).  But here's where it got weird:

On seeing us, Mr. Jackson first ROLLED HIS EYES (as if to say, "I can't get a moment's peace. Ain't nobody s'posed to be back here, and here these folks come... rachafracharachafracha!")  Of course, I didn't miss that, and so veered away even harder.  

And HE... after buttoning his jacket, stepped DIRECTLY into my path... and GRABBED me... in a BEAR hug... and said, "Heyyyyyy, folks!  Good to see 'ya!"

OMIGAWD, I couldn't skirm out of his grip fast enough!  I looked at him as if he'd lost his mind!  He then held out his hand to my ex, who shook it and mumbled something like, "H'lo, Mr. Jacks..."

The he (Mr. Jackson) stepped away to primp some before descending upon his audience (I guess).

I didn't like him before; I didn't like him that day; and I CERTAINLY don't like him now.  I am African American... and Jesse Jackson never has and never will speak for me.  I'll run to Al Sharpton first, I will!