Don’t Talk to Eddie Griffin

Don’t talk to me if your feelings are easily hurt. If you talk to Eddie Griffin, you talk to a man with nothing more to lose and surely nothing to gain.

I could care less about high-minded people, because they cannot hear the cry of the poor.

Senator Barack Obama heard the cry of the poor, because he lived in their midst, and had the audacity to hope of becoming the President of the United States.

Eddie Griffin is a writer, who writes through the eyes of the poor. When I introduce myself to any politician, I identify myself as the voice of “the poorest of the poor”. I do not conduct two-way debates when it comes to their issues.

My experience:

Dive up to a neighborhood gas station and see that the old beat-up jalopy before you could only afford to put in $1.85 worth of gas, and then you would get “an inkling” of poverty.

This reminds me of a story about a toddle named Woo Woo, who stole a bag of pampers at the neighborhood grocery story where crack heads hang out.

“Look, Mommy. Pampers, Pampers,” he cried out as he walked out the store, holding the bag of diapers over his head.

“Put them back,” the young mother demanded. She could have been no older than 15.

But Woo Woo had not seen a Pamper in a long time. Poor baby had about two-days of boo boo and woo woo in his diapers. How can you tell a year-old baby, “Thou shalt not steal” though he may be on his way to thievery to survive?

The owner of the store, an Arab man, turned his head the other way.

As president, I will rid the Department (DOJ) of ideologues and political cronies, and for the first time in eight years, the Civil Rights Division will actually be staffed with civil rights lawyers who prosecute civil rights violations, and employment discrimination, and hate crimes. And while I support affirmative action for minorities, I also support efforts to increase opportunities for qualified students of low-income backgrounds to attend colleges and universities – regardless of their race… Barack Obama, August 2007