Suppose I should pretend to care about this.
Singer and former Civil Rights activist Harry Belafonte recently kicked up a storm when he made some pretty scathing remarks about Secretary of State, Colin Powell's place in the Bush cabinet, comparing him to a 'house slave'.'Colin Powell's committed to come into the house of the master. When Colin Powell dares to suggest something other than what the master wants to hear, he will be turned back out to pasture.'Powell's response was dignified and diplomatic:'If Harry had wanted to attack my politics, that was fine. If he wanted to attack a particular position I hold, that was fine,' Powell said. 'But to use a slave reference, I think, is unfortunate and is a throwback to another time and another place that I wish Harry had thought twice about using.'"Even as a black man completely dissatisfied with the Bush administrations politics I feel as though Belafonte (and others) miss the point. That Powell can be a role model to African American youth in this country by holding the highest position ever held by a black man and the fact that his voice does get heard in the cabinet means that the world is probably a better, more level headed place with Powell in the cabinet."
Or the MetaFilter front page post on the same pressing issue currently confronting our nation:
There are those slaves who lived on the plantation, and there were those slaves who lived in the house... Colin Powell was permitted to come into the house. Harry Belafonte starts out with a flame but then shows himself to be a more eloquent and tenacious critic of Bush policies than any Democrat on the scene. What does it tell us about the state of our two-party system that we have to rely on Rat Pack era crooners to speak out like this in public?
Or, you know, there's yesterday's Boondocks. Which at least has the benefit of being funny and not claiming to be profound. Normally I pull excrutiatingly stupid posts out of Plastic or MeFi discussions that touch on race, but those. . . wouldn't know where to begin, really.
On the other hand, at least they're not festering cesspools of outright hatred like Charles Johnson's Little Green Footballs.