Just watched a press conference post the “Beer Summit.” “The Beer Bash,” featuring the brews of Bud Light for Barack; Blue Moon for James; and Red Stripe for Henry. I’d love to know what the sales increase for all three will be.
The police officer was the only one to speak to reporters after their chat. Although he appeared to be a bit inadmired with all the attention, he was humble and diplomatic and expressed in so many words that the events of the past two weeks have been essentially surreal to him. He also expressed that he and Gates will be meeting again over the next few weeks.
I’m not judging, none of us were there, we don’t know what happened. It was clear that Gates was in his own home when he was arrested, despite the circumstances, that still disturbs me. Maybe after a long trip and not being able to get into his house, Professor Gates was exhausted and crossed the line with a cop. However, has anyone thought about James Crowley’s name? It’s Jim Crow at the end of the day.
In Henry Louis Gates, Jr.’s own words from theroot.com “Sergeant Crowley and I, through an accident of time and place, have been cast together, inextricably, as characters – as metaphors, really – in a thousand narratives about race over which he and I have absolutely no control. Narratives about race are as old as the founding of this great Republic itself, but these new ones have unfolded precisely when Americans signaled to the world our country’s great progress by overcoming centuries of habit and fear, and electing an African American as President. It is incumbent upon Sergeant Crowley and me to utilize the great opportunity that fate has given us to foster greater sympathy among the American public for the daily perils of policing on the one hand, and for the genuine fears of racial profiling on the other hand.”