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Donald Trump and the GOP's White Privilege Moment (The DNC Says "Thank You")

Tell me what you pay attention to, and I will tell you who you are.

~ Jose Ortega y Gasset

When people show you who they are, believe them the first time.

~ Maya Angelou

The GOP is paying a lot of attention to Donald Trump.  In the process, GOP Trump supporters are telling the nation exactly who the GOP is, and I'm believing them the first time.  And for that, the Democratic National Committee says, "Thank you, GOP."

At first I thought the whole Donald Trump thing would die out, especially after he made misogynistic remarks about Megyn Kelly.  I thought he definitely could not continue to pick up steam after using the term "anchor babies."

Not only did he pick up steam, he got Jeb Bush jockin' him and using the term, too.

Poor Chris Christie wants to avoid paying attention to Trump, but he can't seem to do so.  Yesterday on CBS This Morning, Christie said it wasn't his job to talk about Trump but to talk about his own ideas.  He did, however, take a sw…

An Inherited Mindset? (Or Why You Shouldn't Marry a Sharecropper's Child)

I had the good fortune to sit down with my 87 year-old uncle, whom I will refer to as "Uncle B," because of extremely bad fortune:  The death of his brother, my Uncle F.  The reason why this sit-down was such good fortune is because I learned a lot about myself from learning from him about his mother, my grandmother who I never met.

My grandmother died before I was born.  She appears in the 1930 census in the rural Deep South as a twenty-seven year old widow with young children.  Because my grandfather owned his own grist mill, a shoe cobbler shop, and the land his shop and his house were on before he died in 1928, my grandmother was a property owner in the Deep South during the Great Depression when she was widowed.

Which means she could vote as long as she paid her 50 cent poll tax. She paid, and she voted.

Mind you, this was no small feat for a widowed black mother in the rural Deep South during the Great Depression.  History tells us that black folks were getting killed …