Wednesday, April 25, 2012


April 25, 2012

An unarmed black youth who may or may not have been quite a naughty boy at school is shot to death by a Hispanic-looking white man who fancies himself an unofficial neighborhood policeman.
The police in their small town accept the story of the wannabe cop, don’t bother to investigate any further and then, due to massive public outcry, in steps the State of Florida to sort it all out.
But days after the state’s special prosecutor Angela Corey has begun her investigation up pops another element, one that has me turning away in disgust. It’s called Jesse Jackson.
He’s the individual who inserts himself into every black-and-white controversy to ramp up the division and thereby the distrust and hatred. A good cause can easily be polluted by his presence. He makes matters worse. Jackson heads the Rainbow-Push Coalition but there’s only one color in his rainbow.
And now he’s done it again with an exhortation to violence over the Trayvon Martin killing. The Orlando Sentinel reported his call to 1,600 worshippers at the Macedonia Missionary Baptist Church in Eatonville: “If it’s a moment we go home. If it’s a movement we go to war!”
That’s our man, Action Jackson when it comes to race relations, at least with his motormouth; and Mr Pussycat when dealing with America’s enemies. At one anti-war rally in Washington D.C. he grabbed center stage to lecture the crowds about “moral authority”. This just after he’d been forced to admit to fathering an illegitimate daughter, aged two, by his employee Karin Stanford, The clergyman’s an adulterer. So much for morals.
At the time it was admitted his Rainbow-Push organization had stuffed $40,000 hush money into the mistress’ pocketbook – wasn’t even his cash to give - with another $40,000 still due. This latter payment was quashed once the story got out. He’s now paying child support out of his own treasure chest. Jackson is worth a reported $10 million.
But here’s where the Reverend Hypocrite truly earned his name. He was the “holy man” who ministered to Bill Clinton after the president finally knew what the meaning of ‘is’ is, remembered having sex with “that woman, Miss Lewinsky”, stubbed out the cigar and opted to repent. And all the time he prayed with Clinton he was ministering to Miss Stanford in a much more personal one-on-one way. She was already pregnant by him in the photo the National Enquirer published of the three of them together.
That should have been the end of public life for this disgraceful Baptist minister, but no, he still pontificates unabashed. It’s unbelievable!
Both he and cohort Al Sharpton engage in what many are calling straightforward blackmail – i.e. shaking down America’s corporations for concessions and donations to their two organizations, Sharpton’s being the National Action Network. Weeks behind Jackson, he hurried along to place himself, too, at the helm of the Trayvon protest.
America’s carmakers have “contributed” heavily to Sharpton, hoping to avoid his action network’s action. What happens when they don’t pay up? Al’s sharp tongue calls for boycotts and organizes picketing – same as Jackson does.
These two men have been branded time and again for using such pressure tactics, their targets being the Fortune 500 corporations. Of course the downshaken prefer not to be seen as craven wimps but they fear reprisals and a publicity war.
There was the strange case of NASCAR’s big money contributions to Jackson’s outfit that ignited indignation. Top NASCAR executive George Pyne, attending a Rainbow conference in June 2003 was forced to listen to a delegate describing his organization as “the last bastion of white supremacy” in sports.
Jobless Occupy Wall Street protesters in Atlanta were not all delighted when multi-millionaire Jackson came to “lead” them. Nor were those in London, England to whom he proclaimed: “Jesus was an Occupier.”
When Jackson shows up the cause is weakened. Same with Sharpton, another hothead who battled for deceitful “rape victim” Tawana Brawley in 1987 and still refuses to apologize for jumping to conclusions.
Both reverends championed the black hooker who lied about being raped by white Duke University lacrosse players in 2006 and they may now have already divined black Trayvon’s life was cheap in Sanford. Cooler heads wait to discover whether the local police were bigoted, inept, a combination of negligent-and-racist or none of the above. So hold fire on that one.
But not two-faced Jesse, who’s all for gun control yet surrounds himself with armed guards. Using words carefully chosen to inflame, he classified shooter George Zimmerman’s 9mm pistol as an “assault weapon”, which it clearly isn’t.
Has he no humility? No shame? No. I see only this man’s incredible gall. He’s been outed so many times as a fraud, an opportunist, a liar, a charlatan, an adulterer, a hypocrite and yet he continues to brazen it out. Like this was all some other person. 
It’s as though he’s an actor, only playing the part of ‘The Revered Jesse Jackson’. Enter stage left, Bible in hand, solemnly calling out Jesus’ name while pocketing huge sums from speaking engagements and other appearances, including way more than half a million a year just in “travel expenses”.
Does he believe what he’s preaching? I’m convinced he doesn’t even care as long as he thinks folks are listening to him. But are they?
The unfortunate fact is that a certain section of the population cannot see through the mask, some even inviting him to come infest their cause.
I, for one, have tuned him out.


© 2012 Fred Wehner is a journalist formerly with the Daily Mail in London, who then founded and ran the New York News Agency before settling in Monroe 21 years ago.