Posted by
Lloyd Marcus on Thursday, August 06, 2009 6:00:00 PM
In my youth, I lived a wild and crazy
life; drugs, women and partying, basically 24/7. Scholarships permitted me to
attend art college where I hung with hippies. While the hippies preached peace
and love, most were extremely angry at America.
There I was, a black student from the
ghetto of east Baltimore, who could not figure out what these spoiled white kids
from well to do families were so p-o-ed about. However, their philosophy was
free love and drugs. So, I said, "Right on!"
I grew
weary of my lifestyle and asked God to help me. He did. I was so excited about
my new life, I wanted to share the good news of Jesus Christ with everyone. This
led me to join a prison ministry; talk about a "captive" audience.
I was
sadden and stunned by the large number of young black men in prison. Many were
bright and gifted in many areas. Yes, they had "issues". Catastrophically, their
biggest problem was their negative attitudes and beliefs about America. Black
America's victim mindset and negative view of their country are great
contributors to their inability to fit comfortably into
society.
While
race profiteers are not totally
responsible, I believe we all choose what we want to believe, and they have
misled many into a belief that limits and hurts them in the long
run.

I give
you this tale from my youth.
We
were three black boys, gifted artists from the ghetto of Baltimore. I met Dave
and Joe, both talented artist/sign painters when I was hired for the summer at
Moe Canale Sign shop downtown across the street from world famous Lexington
Market. My job was silk screen printing signs.
Joe
and I were students at the Maryland Institute College of Art. I was a freshman,
Joe was a year ahead of me. Dave rejected college. He was extremely street wise
and thought college was a waste of time. Dave and Joe learned their sign
painting craft at Carver Vo-Tech from their mentor, a black teacher named Mr.
Lindy Jordan. They both held Mr. Jordan in high regard.
Our
employer, Moe Canale was a generous jovial Italian. A good man who treated us
well. Moe's personality reminded me of "Fezziwig", in Dickens' "A Christmas
Carol". Whenever a pretty girl passed his sign shop's bay window wearing a mini
shirt, Moe would say to us, "Man! Those legs go all the way up".
We would all have
a good laugh.
Hands
down, Dave was the most talented amongst our Three Musketeers band of artists;
extremely charming, witty and fun to be around. He kept us laughing.
Unfortunately, Dave had a dark side. He viewed Moe, our employer, as 'the man'
or 'whitey' and had no conscience about stealing from him. It was the 70's and
many young blacks were militant against America and white
people.
Dave
stole Moe's coin collection. Surprisingly, Moe forgave him. On another occasion,
Dave broke into Moe's desk and wrote himself a check. When Moe found out about
it, Dave said he had an emergency and it was only a loan. Moe graciously fired
Dave rather than pressing charges against him. As I said, Dave was extremely
likable and charming. Remarkably, a few months later, Dave convinced Moe to
rehire him.
Joe
and Dave were a little older than me. I looked up to Joe like a big brother. My
intact family, mother, father and three younger siblings moved out of the
Baltimore projects to a black suburban community. Coming to Baltimore city to
work and attend college was exciting.
Joe,
like Dave, lived in the ghetto. Joe's dad left when he was 5. And also like
Dave, Joe had his juvenile run-ins with the law. At 16, he spent a year in jail.
When Joe returned home, he learned that his mom had suffered a nervous breakdown
and was institutionalized. Joe went to live with his grandmother. He thanks his
grandmother and Mr. Jordan at Carver High for setting him on the right
path.
I
admire Joe because he thinks for himself, is a self starter and a no excuses
guy. Once we worked on a college project together. My assignment was to find a
special type of paper. I whined to Joe, "I've looked EVERYWHERE and can not find
it! Joe asked,
"Have you looked
here? Have you looked there"? I shyly said, "No". "Well then, you have NOT looked
everywhere",
replied Joe. Though I was annoyed, I knew his was right. That was typical Joe.
After
college, I became a Graphic Designer. I landed a job at an ABC affiliate TV
station, and was later promoted to supervisor and enjoyed a successful
award-winning career. Joe graduated college, worked his way through grad school
and became the first black Art Director in a prominent Baltimore advertising
agency. He founded scholarship fund in the names of his grandmother and Lindy
Jordan, the black teacher who mentored him. Joe is currently a college
professor. We've stayed in touch over the years. A few years ago, I asked Joe
about Dave.
Joe
said the last time he saw Dave, it broke his heart. Dave was addicted to drugs,
mentally diminished and looked like a homeless person. I thought,
"Wow, Dave was the
MOST gifted of the three of us."
Life
truly is all about choices. Dave thought he knew it all. He was filled with
anger and bitterness against an imagined enemy committed to keeping him down.
Meanwhile, Joe and I simply pursued our dreams.
Still
today, despite the election of America's first black president, "race
profiteers" are still selling their "America is racist and whitey is out to
get you"
rhetoric." Their goal is to birth another generation of entitlement minded
victims seeking reparations. They can not allow "the truth" that America is the
land of limitless opportunity for all, to dismantle their lucrative race
industry.
Joe
and I loved
Dave. He was incredibly gifted, fun and exciting to be around. Tragically, Dave
chose to embrace the negative entitlement victim rhetoric. In the end, it
destroyed him.
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Lloyd Marcus, Singer/Songwriter of the
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President,
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