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Dear Mr. President:
Since you have your finger on your signing pen and want to bail out big banks, stock brokers, car makers and anybody who isn’t making a few million a year, why don’t we just open the gates, (and the Treasury, what’s left) and bail/buy out the whole nation.
I come from a long line of black farmers in Kentucky who bought their own 40 acres and a mule and got gypped out of it, thanks to institutional racism and land bandits. We want our land back—along with reasonable attorney fees, 100 years worth of rent and profits on our stolen land.
Uh, oh. The flood gates are open. Here come some of my relatives from Eastern Tennessee—Watch out! It’s on.
Some of my great-great grandfather’s Cherokee kin are coming down the hill. They say Uncle Fork-tongue Thievin’ Sam stole their land and they want a rent check for 150 years—guaranteed funds, please.
Then there’s the folk who live in Western Kentucky. The black and white farmers whose land was hijacked out from under them to build Camp Breckenridge for the Army in World War Two. How about rent, interest and penalties for using their land for 60 years—then selling the land, much of which had coal, oil and timber.
Where’s the money, you theivin’ sods?
If the nation paid its bills and compensated people it screwed out of land, life and liberty, there wouldn’t be enough in the national treasury to bail a drunken ant out of jail.
Wait a minnit! There ain’t no money in the Treasury. It’s all in Iwreck or China. No wonder the printing presses are running 24/7.
Oh, I’m scaring myself, here. Time to put the pillow over my ears and drown the voices out.
Sincerely,
An American getting cooked in the melting pot
