The lamentation of the women

Last year this town was home to a hooker murdering serial killer while this year Kansas City is working its way to a record number of murders. I know this not only because I've seen a lot of local shootings in the news but also because I’ve noticed an inordinate amount of black women weeping on TV lately.

Seriously, if there is a story that involves horrible human tragedy . . . odds are you’ll soon see a poor black woman sobbing during an emotionally charged, gut wrenching interview. Frankly, I’m sick of it. I’m not (horribly) racist, I’m not (completely) indifferent to suffering but I’m sure that somewhere in this city there is an African-American woman with a calm, well-reasoned and articulate response to a story of newsworthy misfortune. Find this woman and put a camera on her because I swear I’m gonna videotape myself beating the hell out of the next local TV journalist who sticks a camera in the face of a bereaved black woman. Seriously, I don’t wanna hear another African-American woman wailing for an audience unless there is a hip-hop beat in the background.

I went to school with a bunch of white guys. I know how obnoxious “those people” (he-he) can get. Half of the white guys I knew were screaming at the top of their lungs when they weren’t out compensating for the size of their junk. But I rarely see an irate white man on TV and when I do they’ve got a talk show where they do nothing but bitch about how Mexicans are ruining the country. The point is, mix it up. There are plenty of flakey white people out there who would love to cry, scream and yell for the camera. And I don’t mean poor mullet-heads either. Jam a camera in the face of a white JOCO man who has just lost his house in a fire, had a relative die or has been caught cheating. Let’s get his reaction. The face of human tragedy shouldn’t be stereotyped by color; clearly there is enough misery to go around.