He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.
- Job 12:5
A stereotype is an idea many people hold or believe about a thing or group, which may be untrue or only partially true.
Rush Limbaugh and Ben Shapiro are up in arms, believing that white men are being unfairly targeted in the rush to confront sexual abuse. They claim the white man is under siege struggling against the myriad of accusations leveled by supporters of the #METOO movement.
They consider it wholly unfair and dangerous that all white men are being viewed with skepticism as they loudly pronounce their innocence in the face of all the wrongdoing by people who look like them.
In this present negative atmosphere, they and Donald Trump lament the risks that young white men face if accused of any kind of sexual assault.
It is, I surmise, an attitude borne of an idea of superior self-entitlement that anybody would consider them capable of such moral delinquency, especially when they so passionately deny their misdeeds.
On the other hand, for the black man - of which I am one - that is a horse (pun fully intended) of a different color. The reason, they say, is they are overrepresented in jails and prisons, underepresented in homes and schools and their tendency is to naturally engage in all kinds of criminal behavior. They are the poster child of failure- a brutal depiction of what not to aspire to in life. They are the butt of all our jokes, the boogeymen of all our nightmares, and the convenient fall guys for all our unsolved crimes.
White mass killers, sexual deviants and abusers are aberrations, abnormal blips on the radar screen of normalcy, while black men are prone to misbehavior, inherently guilty, because that is their natural state of being due to their twisted DNA.
So the Caucasian criminal should be given every sort of consideration and mercy because he is capable of correction, as opposed to the black incorrigible miscreant who should be dealt with harshly for the good and protection of society.
It does not matter where the black man is or what he is doing, he is probably up to no good and we should be always wary of him because he represents a hazard to the community.
Consider the record.
Jeffrey Ziegler, a Michigan homeowner, was just convicted for shooting at a black teenager seeking only directions to a school.
In 1955, 14-year-old Emmitt Till was brutally murdered and savagely disfigured for allegedly flirting with a white woman.
Doctor Brian Williams, emergency room trauma surgeon who treated the slain Dallas police officers, has had some close encounters with authorities. He has been spread eagled over a police car before being identified as an innocent person picking up a friend to take to the airport.
Corey Lewis was looking after the white children of family friends on Sunday, Oct. 7, and, along with his mother, took them to his local Walmart to get Subway for dinner. According to Lewis, an unnamed white woman, accosted him and demanded to speak to the oldest of the two children, in order to confirm that Lewis hadnít snatched them.
This one strikes home because my white Jewish friend on numerous occasions has left her little boy in my charge. He is white as the driven snow with blue eyes.
Even celebrity actor Ving Rhames was confronted by the police for trying to enter his own home after a call from a concerned white neighbor about a large black man possibly breaking into a home.
So, it is so hard to engender any kind of sympathy for Rush and Ben who only risk the loss of stature or reputation, while I, on the other hand, if not careful, risk losing my life.
Their cries, concerns and pleas are falling on deaf ears.
You see, I am just too busy and preoccupied to empathize with their discomfort. I am just bone tired and exhausted explaining what I am doing lurking around the neighborhood like Trayvon Martin. I am trying to tell the cops that Jacob is in my charge by permission of his parent. My deed is on the house that I am entering through the side door. I have worked hard to pay for the fancy car that I am driving, which you have decided is unfair because you cannot afford it. No, I am not a drug dealer and I have not been to jail for being a pimp or any other criminal activity.
I can only say to Ben and Rush: Welcome to the club.
Perhaps the next time you see the despised NFL player kneeling at the sound of the National Anthem you will not be so flippant and casual with your observations. You will not be so quick with your criticisms since you now have some idea of what I and my friends have endured for generations, where a world invariably casts a suspicious glance at your presence or doubts your words whenever you open your mouth.
V. Knowles is a husband, father and prison minister with an interest in penning issues that serve to uplift mankind. He melds his love for Classic literature, The Bible and pop culture - as sordid as it may be - into highly relatable columns of truth, faith and justice. Hence the name: Just Thinking. If he's not buried in a book or penning his next column, you may find him pinned to his sectional watching a good old Country and Western flick. He is also the co-author of HOLA America: Guts, Grit, Grind and Further Traits