I saw a real fat girl once, slowly walking down the middle of an empty street in a “poor” neighborhood. She was eating from a bag of Cheetos. I was in my car at a stop light, watching her. I thought maybe no one told her that Cheetos make you fat, or maybe her life is so sad that that bag of Cheetos is the highlight of her day. Sometimes, Cheetos is the highlight of my day. I said a little prayer for her. Then, she dropped the empty bag in the middle of the street.The War on Poverty, started by Lyndon Johnson with all the good intentions in the world, has destroyed much of America's inner cities. We've replaced fathers with government checks. The illegitimacy rate among blacks is now more than 70%, and with each new baby comes a bigger government check. Gangs are the new family units. Murder is the number one killer of black males between ages 16 and 24.
My empathy dissipated.
Statistics confirm the fact that most “poor” people have no fathers. My father told me that Cheetos makes you fat. He also built a gym in our backyard. We lived in a very “poor” neighborhood. Our house cost $10,000 when he bought it in the 50’s. The neighborhood then got worse. All of our neighbors’ houses began to look dirty and have five broken cars and beer cans in their front yards. Our house was always immaculate and our front yard always had freshly mown grass. My father took us to church 3 times a week. He read the Bible out loud to Grandma and Grandpa every Sunday night, at Grandma’s house, because Grandpa was an agnostic and wouldn’t go to church. My father taught me how to read when I was 5, so that when I started first grade I was the best reader. I skipped second grade. My father played the piano every night and taught us show tunes, and how to harmonize. My father taught us how to water ski. My father was a gymnastics coach, so he taught me a “flip flop” and I was the only cheerleader who could do that. My father protected us. He bought a bee bee gun that looked like a real gun, to scare burglars away. We were robbed four times. He said, “I could never kill anyone.” My father made us feel safe. He gave us confidence and a history and a future.
He also taught us not to litter.
That Cheetos girl probably doesn’t have a father. And, no amount of government assistance, housing, food stamps, free college, or ObamaCare can give her that. She needs a father.
Obama didn’t have a father. Maybe that’s why he sees the government as Daddy.
And yet no one wants to acknowledge the damage done by liberal social programs. When these issues are brought up, the only response is that we haven't thrown enough money at it.
There is still racism in this country, but it's the racism of big government that treats minority citizens as though they aren't smart enough to make it on their own.
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