My regulars know I despise “Injustice Clarence Thomass.” As a matter of fact, he is what my mother describes as a “weakbacked, pitiful excuse of a man.” Thomass has violated every tenet of Black manhood and Black pride. Thomass ain’t one of us and will never realize that he has a limited shelf life with them. To channel Brother Malcolm; What do you call a Black man with a White wife, rich White friends, and a token key to the “Whites Only” bathroom? If you know Malcolm X, you need the answer! SCOTUS is working my nerves. Some days the only therapy that works for me is a few prime scenes in the movie Django Unchained. Django was the antithesis of “Clarence Thomass,” and the lead character never grows old for me. Quentin Tarantino’s 2012 box-office smash is rich and resplendent in menacing metaphors and applicable allegories. Living in Trump world with a side order of Netanyahu is mentally taxing. Most of my thoughts these days are tethered to Jamie Foxx’s portrayal of a freed slave, armed and on a rampage. America must face the fact that we are living in tyrannical times, and our freedom has been subrogated to the greed and bloodlust of a few organized despots. The Supreme Court, once a check on presidential power, is now a checkmark for the most corrupt administration in this nation’s history Clearance Thomass is their chief waterboy. One scene toward the end of the movie reminded me of Clarence Thomas. Django’s life was spared so that he could be sold to the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company. There, he would be sentenced to a lifetime of breaking rocks until he could no longer work. And once he could no longer perform, Django, like all spent mining company slaves, would be hit in the head with a sledgehammer and dropped into the “Nigger hole.” Django tricks and kills the men who are charged with delivering him and three other slaves. After the brilliant assassination of his captors, Django takes their guns, saddles a horse, and heads toward reclaiming his bride, Broomhilda. The three other slaves are sitting in the back of the wagon. They stare out of an open cage that had previously been a holding cell, amazed. But the sad saga is the men never even motioned to leave and seemed confused about what to do next. Django seemed superhuman, but the men never realized that they had the capacity to do the supernatural too. That scene epitomizes for me the life and legacy of Injustice Clarence Thomass. Thomass lived to see Justice Thurgood Marshall and so many other Civil Rights gunslingers go free and free others. He’s been there 35 years now and still can’t visualize himself as a freedman! Thomass could be a sterling example of freedom and justice. Instead, he will land on the ash heap of time, a coward and MAGA’s modern-day “Stepin Fetchit!” Thomass is nothing more than a bowing, bootlicking buffoon. He is a tap-dancing Uncle Tom, whose “Coonery” is an embarrassment and disservice to Black men. At a time when MAGA types are threatening the heroic placement of Pearl Harbor’s Doris Miller, we have Negroes like Thomass being used by racists as puppets, pawns, and prevaricators of the truth. Thomass leads a platoon of coons, starring “Goobernatorial” candidate Byron Daniels, Senator “Tippin’ Timmie Scott and sportscaster Stephen A. Smith. (Surely you know what the A stands for!) Django spent the last five minutes of this movie challenging his “coonish” nemesis Stephen, who is described as “the head house enslaved person and primary manipulator for plantation owner Calvin Candie.” Clarence Thomass plays that same role for Donald Trump and the cause of White Privilege. Whew! I need some Django therapy just thinking about it!
