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Thursday, January 14, 2010

Bring Jaylen Home

David Goldman spent five tireless years fighting to get custody of his son, Sean. But David Jackson won’t spend five minutes fighting for his son, JaQuan. David Goldman fought man and foreign institution to defend his God-given right to raise his child. But David Green won’t fight a bitter ex and a domestic court system for the right to raise his. David Goldman flew thousands of miles on nothing more than hope just to have a one-hour visit with his son. David Brown won’t even walk around the corner to spend five minutes with his.

David Goldman, in my opinion, is the epitome of what a father should be. He demonstrated the ever-burning desire that every man should have when it comes to his child. Without his child in his life, Goldman said he was not complete; he could not rest; he could not live; he could not progress… all he could do was exist. He refused to grow accustomed to life without his child.

Is this extreme desire to raise and be with his child exclusive only to David Goldman? From what the statistics regarding fathers who are not active in their children’s lives show, you would think so. But I don’t think David Goldman has anything innately present in him that every man wasn’t born with. He just acted more strongly on his desire instead of dismissing it.

Not only did Goldman believe that no one could raise his child better than he could, he also recognized what he would be missing if he didn’t have his child in his life. That’s what I think many men don’t give enough consideration to… when your child is not in your life, not only is the child missing out of something that no one else can provide, so are you. There are so many moments, good and bad, that the two of you should share together. No other person should have the privilege of sharing those intimate and unique moments with your child above you.

Take Action. Buck up. Go get your child! No one can raise your flesh and blood better than you. The new husband/boyfriend can’t. And even though they think they can, the mother certainly can’t do it alone. There is NOBODY in this world better equipped to give your child what he needs than you, the biological father. Furthermore, there is no relationship that you can engage in that will ever give you the same pleasure and satisfaction than your relationship with your natural-born child.

David Goldman’s friends said that now that Sean is back, they now have David back. Without Sean, David was not the man he was meant to be. Men, that’s how you are without your child in your life… you are not who you truly are supposed to be. Do you recognize that? Without your child in your life, you are far less the person than you are meant to be.

Yes, the courts are biased against you. Yes, the mother is crazy. Yes, her new boyfriend is stupid, thinking you are there to see your ex instead of the child. But you can overcome all of that. You are a man. And that child is yours.

David Goldman has a foundation called Bring Sean Home. Today, start your own foundation; a foundation in your heart and mind. Bring Jaylen Home. Bring JaQuan Home. Bring Briana Home. Bring Arielle Home. Bring Kaila Home. Bring Ashley Home.

Go get your child. Fight to raise your child. Nobody can do it better than you. And no other relationship can give you what a relationship with your child can. Your child deserves a relationship with you. Be the complete, whole person you were intended to be.

*Note: If you don’t know who David Goldman is, good grief! Go look it up!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

We Shall Overcome… Our Own Ignorance

Racism exists. Let me say that right now. And unfortunately, it seems to be spreading like wildfire amongst a most unlikely group of people; black people.

I believe that racism is steadily coming to a halt in the traditional American sense… and by that I mean, black/white racism. But because of this new breed of terrorism against America, I’m noticing a disturbing trend. While Americans continue to move beyond the black/white racism that has long plagued us, many are transferring that cancer to other ethic groups. And the funny thing about it is that black people, who used to be the victims, now seem to be the perpetrators.

Case in Point #1: A few of my co-workers and I were standing around our cubicles chatting when a fellow employee of Middle Eastern decent came into our area. We all chatted a few minutes before he moved on. After he left, a white female co-worker made a silly comment, one that I do not recall verbatim, but ultimately relating the employee to terrorism. The rest of the group laughed, including a black male co-worker. I was horrified and disappointed. I tried to admonish them by saying the comment was inappropriate and unfair to our co-worker who has never given anyone a reason to doubt his intentions. They completely disregarded my attempt to shame them into discontinuing the conversation. It was like my lone voice of reason was overridden by a mob of stupidity. So I turned my back to them, put my ear buds in and refocused on my work. There was NO way I was going to be associated with that foolishness.

Later, I wondered how hard it must be for honest people of Middle Eastern descent living in America after the September 11 attacks. I also questioned why it is so easy for this magnitude of ignorance to rear its head after we've tried desperately to stamp it down. I think when it comes to racism fueled by fear, we Americans are especially hypocritical. Even though I didn’t say it, I wanted to ask my white female co-worker, “When Timothy McVeigh killed 168 people when he bombed the Alfred P. Murray Building in Oklahoma City, did you then begin to question every white man that you know? Did you go home and all of a sudden look at your husband suspiciously because he too is a white male? What about your estranged brother who always acted like he didn’t quite belong? Did you question whether he was laying out bombs throughout downtown Columbia?”

If Timothy McVeigh’s heinous actions did not make her question every white male she knows, why would the actions of a relatively small number of extremists, who happen to be of Middle Eastern descent, make her question a whole race of people? Talk about hypocrisy. And to the brotha who stood there skinning and grinning with the rest of the crew, I am especially disappointed in you. Twenty years ago, that conversation of solidarity would have been about you.

Case in Point #2: A few days after the failed Christmas day terrorist attack, I was chatting with a Nigerian friend. After I hung up the phone and turned my attention back to my friends at the table, one of my black female co-workers made a comment that disturbed me. She cautioned, “You better be careful with him.” Did I say that comment disturbed me, I meant it infuriated me. How dare she! After decades of white people holding every black person accountable for the sins and crimes of one or two, how can she invoke that same ignorance on another group of people? It hasn’t been very long since we’ve been judged on the content of our character instead of the color of our skin. Do Nigerians not deserve the same consideration?

When John Allen Muhammad spent days driving around with a young John Lee Malvo in the back of his trunk randomly killing people, did she go home and question her husband, who is also a black male? What about the man that her daughter dates? Did she caution her daughter to ‘be careful with him?’ Furthermore, since her nephew is a young black male like John Lee Malvo, should he automatically be considered a suspect of crimes? As a black woman over 50 years of age, I'm sure she has firsthand knowledge of someone close to her being racially profiled. How dare she impart that same judgment on someone else simply because of ethnicity? Lest she forget from whence she has come. We ain’t but two steps outside of segregation ourselves.

So, to my brothas and sistas who are so inclined to question every person of Middle Eastern or Nigerian descent because of the actions of a few, don’t forget where you come from. We are overcoming, but trust me; we haven’t come that far yet.