by Cinque Brown
As I took the train to the gym this morning, I saw stickers posted throughout the train. In very fine print, the stickers read "If you are not angry, You are not paying attention". I agree with this sticker, but anger must be channeled, to really appreciate its irresolute meaning.
This sticker made me recall a moment when I channeled my anger. I was in a job interview. The white regional manager of a franchised educational facility asked me overtly racist questions and made prejudicial statements for example, "If you were given the General Manager position here, ‘what type of people' , would you hire?", "Why would you want to work so far from home? " and the qualifying statement "sometimes people seem like a good fit for our organization, despite their education, they just don't fit here".
I knew he was a bigot, but I answered his loaded questions and responded to his comments with the following answers "qualified", "I do what's necessary" and last but not least "yeah, I know what you mean". With the exodus of affirmative action, African-Americans can expect more of this nonsense. Throughout the whole three day process, I never got mad, lost my cool, yelled or showed outward frustration. To do so, would give my enemies too much satisfaction.
There is a deodorant commercial, which uses the saying "Never let em' see You sweat". Yes, I get mad. More often than some might imagine but I have to show patience. My mom tells me, patience is a virtue. Therefore, I did not curse out the interviewer. There is a time and place for everything; even war. I will pick my time and place, for war. As a man who works with young people, I get frustrated but I always try to show patience with others. Below are some reasons, that you won't ever see me sweat.
I get mad, because it cost so much to eat out.
I get mad because most people are not ready to die for their
I get mad because every time I compliment a sister, she thinks
that I want something more from her.
I get mad because there is so much oppression on this planet.
I get mad because all my life people have stolen my creativity.
I get mad because in the African-American communities in the
U.S., half of the Black males are in jail or under the authority of the
I get mad because my girlfriend expects me to go to church with
her every Sunday.
I get mad because there are still "allegations" of slavery in
I get mad because the government treats the majority of
Americans like naive children.
I get mad when I see African men with culturally meaningless,
Greek symbols, branded into their skin
I get mad because I disagree with much of what is written in the
I get mad because the bus has to pressure down every 10 minutes
to allow a young Black man in a wheel chair, to be lifted on. (Sometimes
with a colostomy bag)
I get mad because every Friday night when I go downtown in
Manhattan (NY), I see more Black men with men - romantically, than I do
with Black women.
I get mad because I know that CIA/L.A.Gang-Crack allegations are
In closing I only ask that you remember the words of Coco Chanel. Who said "Since everything is in our heads, it would be wise, not to lose them".
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It takes 72 facial muscles to frown and only 15 to smile.