Hillary Clinton is running for President.
No news there.
By the way, did she drop “Rodham?”
But, less I digress,
She is making all the rounds.
I get it.
Shake the hands.
Kiss the babies.
Attend churches that are predominantly black.
Learn how to twerk like the sisters (or was it the Nae Nae she whipped?).
Play dominoes with the brothers.
You know, all that stuff that shows how relatable she is to me and my hood (as in neighborhood).
I can’t with you, Hillary, I can’t
Your face in what you think is my place does not automatically give you a free pass to my vote.
In fact, I am just a little irritated by your attempt to “connect” with what you think are my connections.
Were you twerking with Bill before this election year?
Did Bill watch you whip?
Did you teach Chelsea how to play dominoes (or bid whitz for that matter) when she was a little girl?
When was the last time you sang one of those good old hymns you learned in the “black” church?
When was the last time you even attended a “black” church just to worship?
Many people will not get my irritation.
I get it. No big deal to some.
But, for me, it’s tantamount to Hilary proclaiming to the African American who wonders as I am wondering, “Some of my best friends are black!”
Microaggression on display.
I. Just. Can’t.
p.s. She was in South Central L. A. today (check out the demographic).
Yeah. . .