This son-of-a-bitch calls himself “Reverend” – but then again, so does Jesse Jackson.
Today, the national holiday memorializing Dr. King, should be a day of conviction and, if need be, confrontation.
“We have ignored the essence of his life and the horror of his death,” said Mr. Johnson, 62, director of Texas operations for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, who marched with Dr. King through the segregated South. “We’ve allowed white America to escape the guilt of his assassination, and we’ve allowed black America to drift back into a coma.”
Let’s understand a couple of things, “Reverend”:
1. In the first place, I didn’t have anything to do with killing Dr. King.
Neither did my brother.
Neither did my parents.
Neither did my step-parents.
Neither did my white friends.
Neither did any other white person I know.
So you can take your “white guilt trip”, sir, and shove it up your ass.
2. If you want to realize Dr. King’s dream, then you, all your racist black friends, all your racist gangsta rappers, all of you who still call us “cracker” and “honky” and “whitey” and owe you so-called “reparations” for something of which we were not, nor could have possibly  been a part are strongly advised to do a little introspection and check your racism at the fucking door.
I submit to you and everyone else that the majority of racism is no longer the possession of the white race.  The majority of us don’t care that you have black skin, but you and your so-called “leadership” sure as Hell care that ours is white.
So if I were you, “Reverend”, I’d watch out for the glass in my house before I go to throwing stones.