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Mike Johnson

Speaker Johnson's Strange Manipulation Of His Shadowy 'Black Son'

“Some of my best friends are Black” is a phrase that has become cliché, and deservedly so, since it is essentially a dodge. Folks uttering those words are looking for a free pass, credit for knowing what it means to be Black in America without doing the work.

By now, most people know that proximity does not equal understanding.

Most, but not all.

The new speaker of the House, GOP Rep. Mike Johnson of Louisiana, has been known to showcase the Black child in his family’s life over two decades, usually when his empathy on matters of race needs a boost. Johnson controls the narrative. He doesn’t want to infringe on the privacy of a now-grown man with a family, he says, so he won’t go into too much detail.

Just enough, though, to show he gets it.

I have nothing against any person of any race who wants to foster, mentor or teach any young person in need of guidance. I applaud the realization that all parties on both sides of such relationships have opportunities to learn and grow. At the same time, I think it’s fair that reporters question just how formal the relationship between congressman and child has been, and why this child is conspicuously missing from family biographies and photographs.

I also wonder about any story cut from the same cloth as The Blind Side, the simple tale of a wealthy white family “adopting” a deprived Black child, rescuing him from an ignoble fate and smoothing his way to football glory in college and the pros. That “just like a movie” story, which has been cited by Johnson as a template, was far more complicated, as the world has come to learn.

Johnson’s tale seems to be similar in many ways, with one particular problem common to these kinds of inspirational parables. They almost always place the white benefactor front and center, instead of the person who was a person before being molded by a Good Samaritan.

In the case of popular movie The Blind Side, a young Michael Oher was already a gifted, smart and hard-working young man and athlete with admirable Black role models, not the nearly mute cipher portrayed as a vessel for the Tuohy family’s largesse in an Oscar-winning film. Oher, in his own voice, said as much in books and when he took his “family” to court to sever a conservatorship that was never an adoption.

I don’t know much about Johnson’s ward, son, or however he would describe the man, also named Michael, except what I’ve learned when he makes a cameo appearance in a pithy yarn from the new speaker.

Reparations? Johnson is against awarding any kind of compensation to descendants of those discriminated against, locked out of an equal shot at the American dream for generations. He came to the conclusion not after a close examination of American history. No, rather than depending on the facts of the case, attorney-turned-lawmaker Johnson relied on Michael, who, he told a House subcommittee, thought reparations defied an “important tradition of self-reliance.”

Funny, I don’t know what the Johnsons’ four biological children think about reparations, or anything else.

After George Floyd was murdered, Johnson acknowledged the existence of a world that treated his two then 14-year-olds differently. Johnson said on PBS: “Michael being a Black American and Jack being white Caucasian. They have different challenges. My son Jack has an easier path. He just does.”

But that was so 2020. Since his recent promotion, to assuage a MAGA base who believes such talk makes him an “undercover Democrat,” as one conservative activist has put it, Johnson told Fox News’ Sean Hannity it wasn’t race so much as “culture and society,” that was the culprit, “a really troubled background” and “a lot of challenges.”

Seems like Johnson, while shielding the child who’s like a member of his family, doesn’t mind squeezing him into the most stereotypical The Blind Side frame, speaking for and about him.

Pretty much everyone could have seen that coming from a politician with Johnson’s mix of piety, judgment, and ambition.

It’s pretty rich that Johnson downplayed the role of systemic racism as he represented a state that in the past spawned the U.S. Supreme Court disgrace of Plessy v. Ferguson’s “separate but equal” doctrine, and is now in court disputes on congressional districts that give African American voters a fair chance.

Where does Johnson stand on banning books that teach his son or any other child these Louisiana truths? Maybe we’ll soon hear from Johnson that “Michael” disapproves.

If Mike Johnson really wanted to know what African Americans feel, about anything, he could reach out to his constituents in the state’s Fourth District, which is about one-third Black.

In talking with residents of the Shreveport-Bossier area, The Washington Post and The New York Times found stark divides along party and race, which often walk together in the South, though no race is monolithic in opinion. Many white conservatives, including his mom, were quoted as loving Johnson’s agenda, and believing a spiritual hand more than an exhausted Republican House caucus eased his elevation to speaker.

Instead of listening only to that choir and the Black child who, in his telling, whispers in his ear on racial issues, Johnson should consider consulting dissenting constituents who tell him things he may not want to hear. Those citizens have far more experience raising Black children in a state and district with a history of racial discrimination in education, housing, employment, voting rights, criminal justice and so much more.

In showing humility and doing the work he was sent to Washington to do, Johnson might learn something — and finally give Michael that privacy.

Reprinted with permission from Roll Call.

Ignore The Fringe Who Claim Black Is Not Black

Ignore The Fringe Who Claim Black Is Not Black

Kamala Harris didn’t comport herself with confidence or conviction in the last debate. Her shaky performance on Wednesday (July 31) added to the rational arguments about why she shouldn’t be the Democratic nominee for president — her somersaults on busing, her record as California’s attorney general, her inability to parry shots from her opponents.

But there is one peculiar argument making the rounds about the U.S. senator from California that shouldn’t be a consideration — shouldn’t even get serious attention: that Harris is not really an authentic black American, according to liberal activist Antonio Moore, leader of a small movement calling itself American Descendants of Slavery.

Harris’ parents are both immigrants: her father from Jamaica, her mother from India. Only those whose ancestors were enslaved — in the United States, presumably — can be counted as legitimate American blacks, Moore and his followers say. (Never mind that Jamaica also had a history of slavery under British rule.)

That’s absurd. If we took that argument seriously, it would discount Barack Obama, the nation’s first black president, a man in whom the vast majority of black voters invest justifiable pride. After all, his mother was a white American, and his father was a black Kenyan.

Indeed, there was a tiny minority of black commentators and mischief-makers who questioned Obama’s “blackness” as his presidential campaign began to draw notice. In 2007, black cultural critic Stanley Crouch wrote: “When black Americans refer to Obama as ‘one of us,’ I do not know what they are talking about. He has not lived the life of a black American.” Happily, that sort of critique died away pretty quickly as Obama soared to the top of the Democratic field, drawing tens of thousands of enthusiastic supporters, black, white and brown, at his rallies.

Drawing that sort of invidious distinction is even more dangerous now than it was then because President Donald J. Trump and his allies use it to their advantage. Remember all those hacked emails from the Democratic National Committee, robotically repeated by the news media? Those emails, likely part of the Russian effort to sow dissent among American voters, helped amp up distrust among Bernie Sanders’ supporters, many of whom then refused to vote for Hillary Clinton. So, taking a page from the Vladimir Putin playbook, Donald Trump Jr. last month shared a tweet from a right-wing media personality disputing Harris’ identification as a black American.

Harris has every right to call herself a black American because she is one. (I find the term African American unwieldy and often inaccurate. A Nigerian immigrant is an African American.) As she has said, she was bused to a predominantly white school as a child to aid integration. And if she were not a prominent politician, she could easily be stopped and harassed by bigoted police officers or followed around in a shop by clerks who suspect her of shoplifting. That’s all part of the black experience in America — one in which she has shared.

Regardless of the particulars of ancestry, one thing that binds all black Americans together is our vulnerability to the prejudices that whites hold toward those with darker skin. Black Americans display a range of political preferences, religious beliefs, sexual practices, cultural affinities, and practical capabilities, but we are all subject to stereotyping by white employers, police officers, and retail security guards who don’t bother to ask whether our ancestors were enslaved.

Just ask South Carolina Republican Sen. Tim Scott, who happens to be black. Deeply conservative and popular with his white constituents, Scott has nevertheless stood on the Senate floor to explain to his white colleagues — many of whom are dismissive of the notion that racism still exists — that he has been stopped by police officers many times for the crime of driving while black. Obama has spoken of being passed over by cab drivers reluctant to pick up a black man. And Harris has undoubtedly had her own share of such experiences.

In the 2020 campaign, Trumpists will clearly again use the tactic of attempting to sow division on the left — and they may well again have Russia’s help to do it. Let’s not do their dirty work for them.

Thanksgiving: In A Time Of Malevolence, Renewed Appreciation For Barack Obama

Thanksgiving: In A Time Of Malevolence, Renewed Appreciation For Barack Obama

If Thanksgiving is a day to pause and reflect upon those things for which we should feel gratitude, I have a long list that begins with my personal health. Exactly five years ago, on the day after Thanksgiving 2010, I was struck down by a sudden illness that almost killed me. I owe my life to the remarkable doctors, nurses, hospital workers, dear friends, and brave family who all helped to save me; and in a thousand other ways too, I know that I am blessed.

Yet it would feel wrong to celebrate my own good fortune without addressing the far less happy condition of so many, many people in our nation and world. At this moment, millions of immigrant families confront fear and insecurity, as political demagogues vilify and threaten them. Muslim Americans face intimidation from those same opportunistic bigots. Black Americans suffer resurgent racist assaults, especially when speaking out in their own defense. And on the other side of the world, hundreds of thousands of Syrian refugees seeking only to save themselves and their children from murder and enslavement know that much of the supposedly civilized world, including many political leaders in this country, is coldly turning them away.

That is why I want to express thanks that Barack Obama is president of the United States.

Last year on this day I noted, while acknowledging his flaws and errors, “how much worse our situation might be” had Obama’s opponents been in control from January 2009 to the present instead of him. To me, “the undeniable truth is that Obama righted the nation in a moment of deep crisis and set us on a navigable course toward the future, despite bitter, extreme, and partisan opposition that was eager to sink us rather than see him succeed.” None of that has changed, of course — and in the current atmosphere of bigotry, recrimination, and psychopathic rhetoric, the president’s calm, rational, decent voice is more vital than ever.

The presidential nominating process of one of our two major political parties is elevating an ambitious television personality whose campaign is based on sinister appeals to xenophobia, suspicion, and anger. Like a Queens-born version of Mussolini, Donald Trump tells big lies about Mexicans and Muslims, encourages violence among his fanatical followers, and issues hollow, bombastic rants about “making America great again.” Most of Trump’s Republican rivals seem envious of him, when they should be disgusted by his plans to “register” Muslims or his promise to deport millions of undocumented immigrants; their objections to his outrages have largely been equivocal, indirect, feeble, halting. In his wake, they have been all too eager to denigrate the innocent refugees as potential “terrorists” — and to dispose of cherished American values without a backward glance.

Trump promises to make Americans proud of our country again, but the spectacle of furious thousands cheering him at a rally evokes revulsion and shame.

So when President Obama speaks out to defend immigrants and refugees from the scurrilous abuse of Trump and the Republicans, I feel a deep sense of gratitude – just as I do when he chooses diplomacy over war, as he did in the nuclear negotiations with Iran, and science over propaganda, as he continues to do in his diplomatic and domestic efforts to address climate change.

With his own admirably cool style, shaking off the vicious attacks of his adversaries every day, the president upholds our venerable ideal of malice toward none and charity for all. In different ways that ideal was embodied in his predecessors, the presidents who originated and revived this most generous of national holidays – George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, and Franklin Delano Roosevelt – and its endurance is reason to be thankful indeed.

Photo: U.S. President Barack Obama pardons the National Thanksgiving Turkey during the 68th annual presentation of the turkey in the Rose Garden of the White House in Washington November 25, 2015. REUTERS/Carlos Barria

Immigrants Of Color Succeed Through Determination

Immigrants Of Color Succeed Through Determination

If you are a student of current events, you’re likely tempted toward pessimism about the prospects for young black men. A steady and depressing stream of news reports has focused on the deaths of young black men at the hands of police officials. And, earlier this week, a New York Times analysis offered grim statistics — not exactly new, but unsettling nevertheless — about the 1.5 million black men, between the ages of 25 and 54, missing from mainstream American life, either dead or in prison.

Still, there is other news about young black men, news that is a welcome antidote to the dreary accounts of early, violent deaths and run-ins with a bigoted law enforcement establishment. Let’s take a look at some news that provides a balm for battered dreams.

Last year, Kwasi Enin, a young black man, won the academic lottery: gaining acceptance into all eight Ivy League colleges. This year, a second young black man, Harold Ekeh, has joined that tiny and rarefied fraternity. Given the competition — Harvard University accepts only about 6 percent of its applicants — it’s a dazzling feat.

But even this unalloyed good news is not without its, well, complexities. It provides a window into the tangles and knots that run through the subject of race in America.

Here’s what the seasoned observer would immediately notice about both these remarkable young men: They were born to immigrant families, one from Nigeria and one from Ghana. What can we glean from their success? Does this tell us anything about the limits of the color line?

Ekeh, this year’s world-class scholar, is a senior at a public high school on Long Island. He scored 2270 out of a possible 2400 on the SAT, putting him in the 98th percentile among test takers, and he was also a semifinalist in the prestigious Intel Science Talent Search competition. His parents moved from Nigeria when he was 8.

Last year’s academic all-star, Kwasi Enin, also graduated from a public school on Long Island. Now attending Yale, Enin scored 2250 on the SAT and is also an accomplished musician who plays violin and bass — and sings, to boot. Enin is American-born; his parents moved from Ghana in the 1980s.

In some quarters of black America, the achievements of students such as Enin and Ekeh don’t bring the same measure of pride and celebration that would accrue if they did not have immigrant roots. In the minds of some black intellectuals, Enin and Ekeh haven’t suffered the racism that is a distinct legacy of slavery. Since their parents were born abroad, that thinking goes, they haven’t been exposed to the generational effects of inferior schools, rank poverty, and Jim Crow.

That may be true. But it’s also meaningless. There are plenty of American-born black children — think Malia and Sasha Obama — who haven’t suffered the legacy of poverty or Jim Crow, either.

On the other side of the debate, meanwhile, there are those who are too quick to point to young men such as Enin and Ekeh as symbols of a post-racial society, a nation that has laid racism to its eternal rest. Conservative commentator Thomas Sowell takes that view; he has written that the success of immigrants of color proves that color-based bigotry is a thing of the distant past.

He should talk to President Obama, son of a Kenyan father and a white American mother, who has spoken of the experience so many other black men have shared: having taxis pass him by a few years ago as he tried desperately to hail one. Because skin color is so easily used to discriminate, Enin and Ekeh could face brutal treatment from racist cops, too.

Still, there is something to be gleaned from Enin’s and Ekeh’s extraordinary success: Confidence and hard work can overcome the odds, and immigrants bring those traits by the truckload. By nature, those who choose to pull up, leaving country, kin and culture behind, are people with pluck, resilience and determination. Such parents likely pass those qualities on to their children.

Those traits are no silver bullet pointed at racism, but they certainly provide a useful shield against it.

Cynthia Tucker won a Pulitzer Prize for commentary in 2007. She can be reached at cynthia@cynthiatucker.com. Copyright © 2015 Cynthia Tucker

Screenshot: Kwasi Enin via Newsday