Tears of Joy by Roger Moss


Roger Moss
Roger Moss

I cried the day Barack Obama was elected President of the United States. I cried tears of joy and wept tears of pain. I cried tears of joy that an American who did what America has asked by toiling for an impressive education, helping his fellow man, taking care of his family and based on a true passion to make America a better place, ran for office. I cried tears of joy in that this man speaks the English language in all its beauty and complexity. I cried tears of joy in knowing that though not accepted by some white and some Black Americans he persevered to serve all Americans. I cried tears of joy for America were finally seeing the Black family that I know.

I cried tears of pain as I drove down the street to hear a culture steeped in the rich language of George Washington Carver, Web Dubois, James Weldon Johnson, Paul Laurence Dunbar, Shirley Chisholm, Barbara Jordan denigrated to the foul swill of misogynistic, racist and violent Hip- Hop. I cried tears of pain to see a culture that prided itself on beauty and class lowered to boys and men dressing as prisoners, sans belts, and revealing inappropriate clothes on girls and women. I cried tears of pain as I watched television and read the newspaper and only saw a dim vision of what Black children could be, Hip-Hop artists, basketball players, football players and Hip-Hop dancers. I cried tears of pain as I realized that Black people are murdering each other at an alarming rate. I cried tears of pain as I saw 14 and 15 year old girls with their second and third out of wedlock babies sauntering through the grocery stores. I cried tears of pain when I see a culture that fought and died for the right to an education eschew education for the quick dollar.

My hope however is not lost. I see glimpses of the rich Black culture I remember in little moments. There can be more moments when we accept truth over the lies of media. The greatest lie out there now is that any child can become president. Why is that a lie? Look at what Barack Obama? He is intelligent, well spoken, well dressed and a great father. He does not where his pants dangling beneath boxers. He does not speak the gutter language of Hip-Hop. He accepts and relishes the responsibility and joy of marriage and family. He has embraced the value of a great education.

Parents, if you want your child to aspire to be President, pull up the pants, check their homework, march to the school and edit what goes into their lives (trash in, trash out) Tell the radio stations and the record companies that our culture is better than what they are offering.

Then we will all cry tears of joy as our children live out dreams beyond our imagination.

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