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January 15, 2018
Donald J. Trump, President
THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue N.W.
Washington, D.C. 20500
Subject: Martin Luther King Freedom Day
Dear Mr. President:
It is my privilege to be a citizen of the United States and to freely address you without fear of being deported to a badly managed country.
It is with that in mind that I greet you on this Martin Luther King Day and urge you to champion the legislative augmentation of the holiday, as finally set forth below, with the understanding that the struggle to free even one person from oppression is the struggle to free every person regardless of skin color or other physical characteristics.
A Haitian friend of mine, during the course of a conversation about immigration policy, identified you, regardless of what you have said and how that was interpreted, as the very man to forward the struggle for freedom. He works as a janitor on Miami Beach, has a band, and, after being ripped off in a timeshare scam, bought a house, and now aspires to buy several houses to rent them out,
“The black man is as good as the white man,” he said, “but we need a white man like President Trump to lead the way out of the spiritual darkness. White is the favorite color. That is not fair because black is just as beautiful as white.”
Since we are all mongrels of sorts with our human race in common, it seems we should not be speaking of “racism” as the impediment to freedom perfected, but rather of an artificial “culturalism” that gives an unfair advantage to white over black although our race was originally dark in color. In a word, we suffer from sociopathic “colorism,” a mass delusion. Neither black nor white are really colors, but that is beside the point.
A fellow dancer in New York City told me at Carnegie Hall one day that she did not know she was black nor what that meant until she was ten years old, when her parents began to bleach her skin. She said she cried herself to sleep that night, she said. And she cried after she told me about it.
So I took her downstairs for a falafel pita sandwich and a pint of draft beer, which nearly bankrupted me since I was myself a wage slave on my day job over in the Fisk Building at 250 West 57th. You were a red, white and blue construction worker’s hero at the time, and were going through an unduly scandalized divorce. We were both 43, I recall. I sang and danced ‘Do Nothin’ Until You Hear From Me’ solo for that memorable occasion. Sound familiar?
Well, Mr. President, I pray that you will advance the proposition that black is just as beautiful as white, and cause Congress to mandate that all U.S. residents certifiably black receive $100 dollars from Treasury to celebrate Martin Luther King Day for the next ten years. Furthermore, I pray that you will mandate that all U.S. employers, regardless of number of employees or where they are employed, provide a full day off with pay to certifiably black employees on Martin Luther King Day for the next ten years. The certification would be simply based on pigmentation testing. No doubt the professional quibblers will be able to draft the law to withstand legal challenges because the measure would help make America great again.
Sincerely,
David Arthur Walters
Miami Beach
Robbie Williams
Do Nothin’ Till You Hear From Me
Someone told someone and some told you
But they wouldn’t hurt you, not much
Since everyone spreads the story
With his own personal touch
Do nothin’ till you hear from me
Pay no attention to what’s said
Why people tear the seam of anyone’s dream
Is over my head…
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