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Column
By
Frank Gillespie
The Madison County Journal
April 4, 2001
Frankly
Speaking
 Amazed at audacity of
'race baiters'
I am always amazed at the audacity of the race baiters. They
are determined to use the race card at every opportunity if they
can gain personal wealth or power from it.
Now these hustlers have come up with another gimmick to take
our money without earning it. They want the government, or someone,
to pay "reparations" to blacks for the impact of slavery.
I have so much to say on this subject that I may not be able
to keep it within my usual 400 words. So I will address the key
issues today.
First, I have never owned a slave. Neither did my father, or
my grandfathers. None of the blacks living today were ever slaves
in the classic sense. Neither were their parents or grandparents.
Only those people who were held as slaves deserve to be compensated
and they are long gone.
The slaves were paid reparations. The occupying union government
established the "Freedmen's Bureau" to help freed slaves
transit into a free lifestyle. The bureau was charged with providing
money, land and equipment needed to allow newly free slaves to
become independent.
Actually, what the race baiters are trying to do, with considerable
success, is to reestablish the slave system. By keeping their
fellow blacks under their control, they can use them to facilitate
financial shakedowns of America's large corporations, and keep
money flowing from the federal treasury to promote their radical
left-wing political agenda.
They use the same basic tactics to enslave modern blacks that
the plantation owners used in the old South. They keep them ignorant
and dependent. Slaves were never taught to read or do math. Owners
were careful to limit their work experience so that they were
not able to become self-sufficient.
Slaves were provided with food, clothing and housing by the owner.
They were never given an opportunity to obtain these most basic
needs for themselves. If the slave wanted to eat, stay warm and
dry, or have clothes to wear, he had to go to his master.
Modern slave masters, such as Jessie Jackson, the NAACP and other
radical left black organizations, use the same techniques. They
promote ignorance in the black community by arguing that striving
to do well in school is "white." Any black child that
works hard to achieve good grades is ridiculed. Those who embrace
their ignorance and demand "respect" without earning
it are glorified.
At the same time, they try to keep blacks dependent on them for
their livelihood. They promise to get them good jobs through
"affirmative action." They claim they are caring for
poor blacks by keeping them on welfare. Now, with these programs
being denied them, they start this effort to win reparation payments
for them.
As long as the so-called black leadership can keep their fellow
blacks ignorant and dependent on them, they will have total control
over the black community. Blacks will vote as they are told (Democratic).
They will attack other cultures as directed (Southern flags and
songs.) They will do as they are told in order to get food, clothing
and shelter without working for it.
Reparations are another way for radical blacks to rip off America's
economy and force their political agenda. It is vital that they
are stopped and the black masses freed from their new slavery.
Frank Gillispie is founder of The Madison County Journal.
His web page can be accessed at www.mcga.net. His e-mail address
is frankg@mcga.net.
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Column
By Ben
Munro
The Madison County Journal
April 4, 2001
In Other
Words
 The idiot's guide to NASCAR
Just as every southerner flavors their tea with sugar, everyone
below the Mason-Dixon line is obligated to know their NASCAR.
Being a good patriot of the South, I attended my first stock
car event a couple weeks ago to become oriented to the sport.
Needless to say, I definitely could have used a racing spectator's
instruction manual on my recent trip to the Cracker Barrel 500
at Atlanta Motor Speedway.
Yeah, I knew the guy who finished first would be the guy celebrating
with the champagne, but other than that, the finer points of
the sport elude me.
So since I know about as much about auto racing as Martha Stewart,
who better to pen an introduction for those who share my ignorance
of the fast-paced sport?
Other than reaffirming that I am a NASCAR idiot, here were my
various findings from the race track in Hampton.
IT'S NOT THE LAPS,
IT'S THE MILES!
OK, I'm sure hard-core racing fans will want to hurl stones at
my head for this one.
In my infinite wisdom, I assumed that the 500 after Cracker Barrel
or Daytona meant this was the number of times the guys in the
fast cars go around the track. Makes sense right?
Wrong.
After three hours and 250 laps and several lead changes in the
hot Georgia sun, in a classic moment of stupidity I turned to
my friend and asked, "Man, this thing's only half way over?"
I'm glad I didn't say that too loudly or I would have been physically
assaulted by the boisterous NASCAR throng surrounding me. Apparently,
this was the equivalent to wondering why the guy with a lower
score in golf wins.
Three hundred and twenty-five laps equal 500 miles Ben - that's
the mystery of the number.
CAUTION LAPS AREN'T
LEISURE TIME
I used to think caution laps after a wreck were racing's version
of the time out, not realizing that they actually counted on
the lap total.
Hey, the yellow flag laps looked like leisure time from my naive
perspective. All the racers, once they reduced their speed, suddenly
started swerving wildly about the track as if they were in bumper
cars at the county fair.
This was no time to be joking around, I thought.
Newsflash, Ben - they weren't. The excessive swerving serves
to keep tires warm.
Ah, good idea. I wonder if a cop would buy that excuse from a
motorist on the highway.
PEOPLE HATE JEFF GORDON
Jeff Gordon might want to hire a personal secret service to escort
him around and take bullets for him. He sure needed one that
day. In fact, even William T. Sherman would win a popularity
contest in Atlanta over the man who pilots the rainbow-colored
24 car.
On lap 10, I was awakened to people's sentiments about the "Rainbow
Warrior."
Gordon maneuvered by rookie Kevin Harvick to take the lead and
he received the kind of reception that John Rocker would get
if he was performing standup comedy at "Show Time at the
Appollo."
Middle fingers were raised in the air, curse words were bantered
about, babies cried and women screamed. It was hilarious.
A guy with no shirt on and a tattoo of a naked woman engraved
on his neck, turned to me and grumbled, "I don't know about
that ole Gordon. He's too nice and I don't know about all that
rainbow colored (expletive)."
One hundred and forty laps later Gordon ran out of gas and this
same character, who looked like he came straight out of a Harley
convention, acted like Christmas had come early, yelling, pumping
his fists and grabbing my hand and giving me a high-five.
NUMBER THREE IN YOUR PROGRAMS BUT NUMBER ONE IN YOUR HEARTS,
DALE IS STILL THE MAN
Apparently, the late Earnhardt is more popular in the NASCAR
nation than Budweiser beer. I knew who he was and understood
his power on the track but didn't realize what a Southern icon
he was till I saw the love-fest in Hampton.
Fans of the Intimidator went nuts after his car (with a different
body, new number and new paint job), driven by Harvict, took
the checkered flag. That shows devotion - to rally around basically
a transmission and a set of wheels that used to belong to the
legend.
Ben Munro is a reporter for The Madison County Journal.
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