As I was driving from work to Target, listening to Michael Berry, I was trying to think of a title for the post I would write later. The one above was one of the possibilities. Why did I choose that one? Because after I thought of it, here comes Berry bitching about people he calls “Professional Black People”: not professional people who are black, but Professional Black People. Then he said, “Black black black black.”
Talk about being obsessed.
As I was driving home from Target, Berry took a couple of calls. He still didn’t have his facts straight about the Gates case and when one caller pointed out a discrepancy between the police officer’s report and the 911 call, Berry just said, “well, you’re welcome to your opinion.”
Berry had been berating President Obama for trying to work things out like an adult (i.e. inviting both parties to the White House) when another caller, who had also pointed out discrepancies, stated that he didn’t agree with Berry very often, but he did with regard to being cautious when encountering police officers. Berry, unable to control himself, said, “I want you to come to the station tomorrow for a beer.”
Click. The caller had hung up.
I seriously believe that Berry didn’t understand why that happened and that his feelings were hurt.
You know, Berry doesn’t have a problem with black people in general. He’s just got a problem with certain black people. And here’s a hint to defining that group: they do not belong to those who know their place, who know when to keep their mouths shut. His listeners know this. So, why doesn’t he understand that they do?