BLACK HISTORY MONTH 2017: Just A Few Thoughts


A great shot of some extremely well known people; I had the pleasure of meeting the guy with the boxing gloves in the upper left hand corner. Photo courtesy of




It’s my regret that I’m giving homage to Black History Month on this blog with just a few days to go in the month.

But as they say, no use crying over spilled milk.

Or better late than never; take your pick.


Having said that…

In light of our new President-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s regime, who’s celebrating one month in office and – as we all know – has attacked every group of people not white, male, Christian, conservative, gay, wealthy, or a combination of those six attributes,

It seems like we need events such as Black History Month more than ever.

Particularly since it seems to be a bad time to be black – or any person of color who’s not named Clarence Thomas,  Ben Carson, Omarosa Manigault, Marco Rubio or Ted Cruz – right now, what with the increased racist/sexist/homophobic/Islamophobic attacks across America.

Living in California, the deepest of blue states, I’m honestly a tiny bit scared to go east of the Colorado River as while I refuse to say that every white person, or white Republican for that matter, is a bigot who feels that people who look like me are naturally inferior and  need to stay “in their place”,  it seems that too many whites have that mentality in the red states.

The comments I read from every article that talks about racial issues are an illustration of this thought, as you would think some of those folks writing such comments are carrying their Ku Klux Klan cards in their back pockets with white sheets hanging in their closets.

I feel thankful that I live in a relatively liberal area and subsequently have not seen or experienced any real, hardcore ideological or racial animosity.

At least not so far, thank God and knock wood.



A really good message that needs to always be remembered. Image courtesy of


Personally, I feel Black History Month is sorely needed to remind Americans of how without Black people of African descent, there wouldn’t be an America.

And not just due to the 246 years of chattel slavery as so many things that we use and take for granted, from peanut butter to potato chips to the stoplight to open heart surgery, was invented by an African-American.

Imagine if blacks – as well as women, gays, and other people of color – were celebrated every month of the year rather than merely the one designated for them (the shortest month in the case of African-Americans).

Then perhaps a guy like our new Commander-In-Chief (my personal refusal to mention his name on this blog remains in effect) would never have been elected.

And there wouldn’t be a need for groups such as Black Lives Matter.


The irony of all of this, from a personal standpoint:

I won’t go into any details now, but in my book describing my experiences with having Asperger’s Syndrome, “WALKING ON EGGSHELLS”, which I’m in the final stages of editing and will begin the self-publishing process soon, there’s a chapter detailing my experiences of being black on the Autism Spectrum.

Unfortunately it hasn’t been the most fun experience, but that’s all I’m going to say at this time; you’ll just have to read chapter four of the book.

All right, I said I had just a few thoughts about this year’s Black History Month.

And I’m going to stick to that as I don’t want to ramble or go on and on save for this…

All I can do is as far as the extremely fragmented situation that this country is in is two things:

1. Hold good, optimistic thoughts,


2. Be the best person I can be.

Which I reckon is all anyone could or should do.




Being the longtime baseball and softball guy that I am, this is perhaps the part of the African-American experience that I’m most proud of: The (so-called) Negro Leagues, with its two greatest stars, Satchel Paige (left) and Josh Gibson (right) featured here. I’ll be writing an article about these and the great black players from that era soon on this blog. Photo courtesy of





The home base of the new leader of the free world. Photo courtesy of


The many marches that took place not only in every major city in these United States, but throughout this planet, in light of the inauguration of this country’s new president – I absolutely refuse to write his name in this post and on this site; this will be my policy throughout his administration,

Was, to state the obvious, a HUMONGOUS reaction to what everyone who is not white, conservative, Christian, male, straight, or a combination of the five is fearing may happen now that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (to borrow a phrase from Harry Potter) and his right-wing cronies are in power.

I think it’s great that millions of folks have marched in protest of our new president and the now ruling far right conservative’s views, policies and plans. If it were not for the fact that I can’t take huge crowds for too long before I get a sense of being straitjacketed, I would have been at the Los Angeles march.

I also think it’s very cool that different groups, organizations and states like my California are planning to stand up to and resist the policies that You-Know-Who is planning to, and has already started setting the motion to, implement such as deporting all eleven million (so-called) illegal immigrants and repealing now-former President Barack Obama’s Affordable Health Care Act.



A scene from the Women’s March on Washington. Photo courtesy of


However, as I was reading about all the marches and checking out the photos of celebrities and others taking a stand against You-Know-Who, I couldn’t help thinking this…

No matter how many women’s marches, or any other kind of marches for that matter, that are put on, I really don’t think our new President-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or any of his people will care, simply because he and his followers don’t care about anyone who is not a Caucasian of European descent, a Christian, a conservative, a female whose views are not conservative, or a heterosexual.

Or any combination of those five descriptions.

I truly don’t see him or any of his people backing off implementing their plans and keeping all the programs and policies that Obama enacted.

Especially since You-Know-Who has a right wing Republican Congress, meaning that he’ll have an easier time getting his agenda passed and implanted than Obama did.

There is one thing that’s foremost in my mind as this Second Cultural & Ideological (Cold) Civil War has gotten a bit hotter…

Despite everything, it’s my hope and prayer that our new Commander-In-Chief does NOT get impeached or assassinated.

The reason?

Our new Vice-President-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (I likewise refuse to write his name in this article or on this site) is worse!

As is the Speaker of the House of Representatives, who by law is third in line to the Presidency and whose name I won’t mention either!

I was told by some of my friends on social media to give this new president of ours a chance, but you know what?

I’m counting the days until the 2018 midterm elections, which judging by the massive protests will spell the end of the terms of many conservatives in the Senate, the House, and among the various governors and other state officials.



Check out all the signs from the Women’s March on Washington. Photo courtesy of


I also have a prediction:

Our New President-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his administration will be in power for only one term.

By 2020, not only will folks be SO fed up with him and his people, but those who voted for him because of his promises of returning jobs will feel betrayed.

Which is why whoever is the frontrunner for the Democratic nomination must be SO spectacular, You-Know-Who would lose in a massive landslide like Walter Mondale did to Ronald Reagan in 1984.

I certainly hope we as a nation can survive four years of this new Commander-In-Chief-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

I reckon if we can get through eight years of Reagan and twelve years of Bushes Sr. and Jr.,

I’m fairly confident that those who were so devastated by the recent election can survive four years of You-Know-Who.


Thousands of people march from MacArthur Park to the Edward Roybal Federal Building in downtown Los Angeles during a "Not my President" Anti-Trump protest march and rally in Los Angeles on Saturday, November 12, 2016. (Photo by Ed Crisostomo, Orange County Register/SCNG)

Thousands of people march from MacArthur Park to the Edward Roybal Federal Building in downtown Los Angeles during a “Not my President” Anti-Trump protest march and rally in Los Angeles on Saturday, November 12, 2016. (Photo by Ed Crisostomo, Orange County Register/SCNG)