Confederate Flag Came Down…
South Carolina Came Up

By Jim Berlin

In the end it took the execution of nine black Christians by a white racist psychopath. But at 10 a.m. today the Confederate battle flag ceased to fly over South Carolina’s capitol grounds.

Some believe that passage of the flag-removal bill by the state legislature and Gov. Nikki Haley is to be greatly admired – a nostalgic farewell to a proud past for the greater moral good. It’s better than that…

Every day South Carolina flew the Confederate flag – it made a damn fool of itself.

The Civil War ended 150 years ago, but it began when South Carolina (where half of the families owned slaves) became the first state to secede from the Union. It was all downhill after that…

In defense of 46,000 plantation owners and four million blacks in bondage, young Southern men and boys embarked on the greatest bloodbath in American history. Before or since.

When it was over, 620,000 soldiers in uniforms of blue and grey never came home again.

But like molten metal the country slowly flowed together again. In a sad string of conflicts since 1865 – two world wars, Vietnam, Korea, Iraq and Afghanistan – citizens from the North and South fought shoulder-to-shoulder like the brothers and sisters we are.

Out of two sides came one, even stronger than before.

Today South Carolina ran its Confederate flag down the capitol pole and shipped it off to a museum.

That’s the only place it belongs.

Obama’s Soul-Brother Eulogy:
Fried Chicken & Collard Greens

 By Jim Berlin 

Until the very end of President Obama’s eulogy for Rev. Clementa Pinckney, the South Carolina preacher killed by a white psychopath, everything was sadly predictable. Barack milked all the political udders to call for more gun control and tell us racism is ripe and rampant in America:

“It’s why Johnny gets called back for a second interview,” he said, “but Jamal does not.” (Don’t bother asking for the last names of Johnny or Jamal; he made the story up.)

But then the president got weird. In an awkward attempt to prove his soul-brother chops (I got rhythm, baby), Barack began singing “Amazing Grace”…

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saves a wretch like me…
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind but now I see…

Unfortunately, the white boy in his genes overrode the rhythm and Mr. Obama went
flat and off-key by the third line. The emperor has no chops.

In fact his shot at crooning like a soul brother was as off-key as his entire

approach to the eulogy. Rather than coming before the mourners as the leader of the most ethnically-diverse country on Earth, he reached into The Great Melting Pot – and pulled out the fried chicken and collard greens.

He came before the mourners and the nation as a Black man first — the president second.

That’s not his job description. To paraphrase “Amazing Grace”…

He once was lost, and is still not found,
Was blind, and still can’t see.

Shooting of Missouri Teen
Is Not a Lesson In Racism

 By Jim Berlin 

People who desperately want racism to be rampant in America say the shooting of 18-year-old Michael Brown by a white cop in Ferguson, Missouri is all the evidence required.

Who are these people who revel in racism and what motivates them?

For guys like Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson, who almost ran out of their shoes trying to beat one another to the scene, it’s a matter of professional survival. Their sole source of income and celebrity is dependent on keeping the home fires burning.

Then we have that minor segment of Blacks who, in the words of my mother, “don’t have a pot to pee in or a window to throw it out of.” Unwilling to blame themselves for their lack of success, it is only Whitey and his hate that’s keeping them down.

Next we have the I-love-everybody liberals, always hell-bent on staking out a position of moral superiority. Because superiority requires them to believe they are a precious few in number, the rest of us must be filled with spiteful intentions.

President Obama also made his contribution to the racism story by ordering 40 FBI agents and Attorney General Eric Holder to Missouri. Holder, who keeps several decks of race cards on his person at all times, flips them out faster than a Vegas blackjack dealer.

The implication of his presence, of course, is that justice cannot be served without the guiding hand of Big Brother to keep things honest.

There is racism in America, to be sure, but it’s only a problem – not a crisis.