Our Children Must Conform!!! To What?
I was in my car, sitting at a traffic light, when two young African American boys crossed the street. They were between the ages of 12 and 14. Both wore Afros, causing me to flash back to the 60’s and 70’s, when the “Bush” hairstyle represented a King and Queen through out every black neighborhood in America and around the world. It was all about being cool, expressing a posture of pride and reassurance.
Then my eyes gazed downward to the rest of their anatomy. The T-shirts were fine. White and colorfully designed images with the latest Rapp Artists. But, then we get to the pants. Blue Jean, opened at the front, pulled down to about 3 inches above the knee. The underwear were white with red poke-a-dots all over. I got the impression that he has a flair for outward expression.
As you would image, my response was to shake my head from side to side and go…tisk…tisk…tisk, in disappointment.
Of course I went through the mental anguish of saying to myself, “If they only would apply themselves they could have so much more in life”. I’d go through the basics of food, clothing and shelter. Having a nice car, a beautiful wife and children. Going to the beach every summer and holiday. Taking a cruise once a year with close friends. Having a great job you love and retirement guaranteed, benefits in 20 to 30 years.
Then it hit me! How many of us have those things anymore and what job provides that kind of security? How many friends do we know that are out of work, some with Masters and PhD’s. They are out of the career fields driving taxicabs and flipping burgers at a fast food store.
I then asked myself… What are we asking our children to conform to living in a culture of mass confusion?
Then my eyes gazed downward to the rest of their anatomy. The T-shirts were fine. White and colorfully designed images with the latest Rapp Artists. But, then we get to the pants. Blue Jean, opened at the front, pulled down to about 3 inches above the knee. The underwear were white with red poke-a-dots all over. I got the impression that he has a flair for outward expression.
As you would image, my response was to shake my head from side to side and go…tisk…tisk…tisk, in disappointment.
Of course I went through the mental anguish of saying to myself, “If they only would apply themselves they could have so much more in life”. I’d go through the basics of food, clothing and shelter. Having a nice car, a beautiful wife and children. Going to the beach every summer and holiday. Taking a cruise once a year with close friends. Having a great job you love and retirement guaranteed, benefits in 20 to 30 years.
Then it hit me! How many of us have those things anymore and what job provides that kind of security? How many friends do we know that are out of work, some with Masters and PhD’s. They are out of the career fields driving taxicabs and flipping burgers at a fast food store.
I then asked myself… What are we asking our children to conform to living in a culture of mass confusion?
We are asking them to conform to the manufactures' intent on 'How to Wear Pants'.
Their idea of conformity comes from the need to go to prison. In prison; pants are worn this way to show the "beauty" of the inmate to other interested inmates.
In the 60s we wore afros and had to braid them overnight or wear Sly Caps to cover them so we would not be mistaken for a sweet male. We did not wear earings because one ear ring indicated we might be a sweet male. Now males wear Two earings. The paganChristian male is a clay man, made up.
Adults and especially mothers need to Conform and make males, Men: and not sweet males.
Any American can achieve a decent, law abiding, and conforming success driven life.
Case in Point:
Our President Baraka Hussein Obama in the 60's was probably laughed at for his light skin and demonized by the likes of farakhan---
his mother was on food stamps----
his father was 'absent' from the household-----
and he grew up in densely populated and poor Indonesia.
Today that MAN is Commander in Chief of The United States of America........