Since the hegemonic ratification and social predominance of the Civil Rights Movement, there have been two principal yet disparate groups that have taken the business end of this travesty where the sun dares not shine. Those two factions are: the benignly neglected Negroes and their alter ego, the disaffected Whites who simply want to just get along without having to take a Reginald Denny brick to the head in the ensuing and undying racial fracas.
Though each is more closely affiliated with the Movement than any of the more famous zealots, these two groups lack the radicalized vitriol that spins highly jaundiced headlines produced for the sake of sensationalized spectacle, marketshare, and perpetual racial strife, and these headlines are irresponsibly plastered across print and electronic media with extreme prejudiced.
Reeling back to the days of my youth during the Age of King–as in Martin Luther–I recall my parents and their cronies nestled amongst those crouching Blacks that frequently gathered to fellowship under the Big Tent of devotional self-pity and depraved victimhood, anticipating a sort of second coming to materialize from the marvels and accomplishments of this mortal of a man, Martin Luther King, Jr. . . .