Melanin madness and the race racket

"Pardon me, your epidermis is showing, sir.
I couldn't help but note your shade of melanin.
I tip my hat to the colorful creations,
'cuz I see the beauty in the tones of our skin.
We gotta come together, and thank the Maker of us all..."
-- D.C. Talk, 'Colored People'

We're up to our eyeballs in a global war without end, while our economy's melting faster than Frosty in July. You'd think there'd be high interest in the qualifications, achievements and skillsets of those chosen to advise President-elect Obama.

You'd be wrong.

Even this trailblazing, eumelanin-rich president with the exotic name is facing questions and pressures about how diverse his Cabinet and White House staff will be.

As of now, however, Mr. Obama has not appointed any Asian-Americans, Native Americans, disabled Americans or openly gay or lesbian Americans to his Cabinet.

And yes, there are groups paying attention.

Because we all know, thanks to continuous indoctrination, that America remains the most thoroughly hate-filled nation on earth, where the descendants of Albion only allow lily-white talent rise to its full potential, say as a noted economist, acclaimed entertainer, the nation's senior ranking military officer, senior foreign diplomat, or even President. Oh, wait...

Such charges once had merit. Sadly, even today there are holdouts who still judge on the shade of one's skin, instead of the capability of one's character. Problem is, that doesn't just work in one direction. I've about concluded we've reached the point where for every 'minority' (an increasingly meaningless word in multi-ethnic America) denied due position, there's at least one or more wrongfully promoted over their peers for just the same reason. For all the progress the average American has made in learning to look past the superficial, on a societal level we're still obsessed with this nonsense. Want a colorblind society? Great--take ethnic data off all the government forms.

It doesn't help there are those who play to lingering fears to make a name and some money for themselves. Such people so successfully fan the flames of ethnic jealousy that we lose sight of how far we've come from the days of Uncle Tom or Jim Crow. Just like bureaucracies, these institutes refuse to work themselves out of a job, even though their raison d'etre is no longer a pressing issue.

I'm a melanin-challenged proud Southerner who uses SPF-45 sunscreen. But I don't give a rat's posterior where the skin of my elected officials falls on the spectrum. I'll gladly support the Blue Man Group if those guys have the knowledge, judgment and character to lead our nation back to the limited government, non-interventionist, truly free market economy that once made us the envy of the world.

If we don't find the right people to fix the mess we've all allowed to brew, it won't matter what our particular coppertone is. We'd better get under the skin of our prospective leaders, before their lack of true qualifications get us all skinned alive.