Now IS our moment - My dear Brother, Larry Pinkney

My Beloved and most Dear Brother Larry Pinkney,

My brother Fred found me outside the Ogilvie Transportation Center in downtown Chicago, smoking a cigarette.

"Do you remember ..."

"God damn! Fred! Where the hell you been my brother?"

"I lost your business card. Can't believe it. Never lose 'em."

And so we completed our trip home, with our new found friends from Arlington Heights.  And it is simply like this.  The American people, despite their indoctrination (as opposed to their education) are not dumb.  And we will ALWAYS do the right thing.  Eventually. 

I'm an executive recruiter.  Comes from being one of the top golf caddies of all time, and the best bridge instructor ever.  Gets you to hob-nobbing with the wealthy elites.  And ... you're a breath of fresh air.  They're interested.  You speak American (black or native) English.  Every word tells.  Every word has a referent.  Every word means exactly what it says.  We don't speak in abstractions, but in the concrete, in the here and now, in the every day.  In the eternal, in the foundations of justice, the building blocks of peace.

So, yeah, one phone call gets you connected to Bill Gates or Warren Buffet; takes two to get to Barak Obama (not a black man; one and done; the bland one).

And yes. ANYTHING, at ANYTIME, you want done.  You call. And it shall be done.  NFQA.  No f#cking questions asked.  No quid pro quo.  Just done.

And here is precisely why it works this time, as it has not been able to work before:  because the WHITE middle (lower middle, lowest of the low, and upper middle) class [the dominant demographic] are ALL feeling the heat, they can smell the breath of fear waiting to burn down their doors.

And IN THIS MOMENT - we are all one; all one body under one flesh; all one heart; all one soul.  AND ... WE SHALL OVERCOME.  Slowly, surely, insidiously, invidiously, we shall sieze the power, and we shall share the power, and we SHALL NOT EVER AGAIN LET IT GO.

Be strong my soul; my soul brother; my soul's imagination; my rock; my foundation.  The battle's almost over, and our winning is a foregone conclusion (and they never even saw us coming - one by one by two by two; a million strong and more).

They never saw it coming.

Yours. Forever. In the eternal struggle.

Mark