Sunday, June 28, 2009
Michael Jackson dies and draws more ink than anything for weeks. Then, in short order, both Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton show up, no doubt drawn by the rustling of money and the clicking of camera shutters. Do you reckon those two preachers ever contemplate their own sins? I been hearing from Jesse Jackson since I went to Chicago, where he originated, in 1969. A lot of the black folks I knew there didn't think too much of Jesse and said the word in their neighborhoods was that he kinda liked the boys. I haven't heard any such stories since, and a quick little Google turns up nothing.