A Black Patriot

As a very young child in the sixties, I watched in confusion as people I didn’t know marched throughout the country, claiming they were fighting for my “Constitutional rights”. I didn’t understand. It was in Sunday school that I learned what those strangers were fighting for. There too, I was introduced to the writings of Frederick Douglas, Booker T. Washington, Langston Hughes and other Black Americans.

In my teenage years, I learned that by demanding their Constitutional rights my Elders had battled against and knocked down the mighty door that for over two centuries had kept most Blacks locked out of the American dream. In the process, they were labeled “Leftists”, “Socialists”, even “Communists”. Their grievances were distorted by the media. Their demands fell on deaf ears. They were blamed for incidents they had nothing to do with. They were called a threat to a free society… They were injured, jailed and murdered … Without due process… Without reason.

As I studied history, the Elders of my community were making history. People rose up, marched, fought, and died for the right to vote; the right to peaceably assemble; the right of due process…in short, they fought for the right to be Americans. Yes, they fought for themselves, but more importantly, they fought for their Posterity. I am a beneficiary of the Victory.

But what victory was won ? So-called “Black leaders” began preaching a new message: I no longer had to be responsible for myself. I could now lay the blame for my failures and shortcomings on “someone else” because my people had been oppressed for some 400 years. I no longer walked around the corner to attend the neighborhood school… racial quotas brought bussing and transported me to a school on the other side of town… a school that I never felt comfortable attending… a school no better than the one around the corner from my home. I no longer had to compete, affirmative action guaranteed my success but had the unfortunate side effect of stripping away my sense of purpose and removed the hurdles of life that bring maturity and create character.

I bought into the lie and with it came bitterness and resentment. I rambled through life on a reckless course of self-destruction and contributed to the decay of my community. And when I finally found myself behind bars, I realized for the first time where the blame belonged… the answer stared me in the face as I looked in the mirror at “someone else”. I had become the part of America my Elders had fought against. I had become a “slave” to the system, my own worst enemy.

I made a conscious decision to become part of the solution and stopped living in the problem. I sought out like-minded individuals; they called themselves “Patriots”. After lengthy discussions with Patriots across the country, I didn’t just join their movement, the Patriots joined me. But why me? Why am I a patriot? The Patriot / Militia movement uses the Constitution to battle against, and knock down the mighty door that for over two decades has kept most Americans locked out of the American dream.

We are called “radicals”, “extremists”, and even “fascists”. Our grievances are distorted by the media. Our demands fall on deaf ears. We are blamed for incidents we have nothing to do with. We are called a threat to a free society… We are injured, jailed and murdered… Without due process… Without reason. Sound familiar?

Why am I a Patriot? The murders of Vickie Weaver and her son at Ruby Ridge, Idaho, were a wake-up call for countless Americans. Then there was the unGodly atrocity of Waco, where nearly half of the 86 Christians who died a gruesome death of flames were Black Americans. Yes, I was outraged, but I was equally outraged when government forces fire-bombed an inner-city neighborhood of Philadelphia in 1985, killing 11… and then there are the countless murders and cover-ups by “law enforcement” that have become common-place in my community… long before the first shot was fired at Waco.

Why am I a Patriot? Foreign military troops, encamped and training on U.S. soil is reason enough for concern, however, I am much more concerned with our “law enforcement officers” who have received their training from the military. These “law enforcement officers” have recently become known as “peace officers”, a term all too similar to “peacekeeper” for my comfort. As they wage their “War on Drugs”, warrantless house-to-house searches by these “peace officers” have become a common occurrence in my community. I watch in disbelief as Black Americans -decedents of an enslaved people,-welcome (sometimes with celebration) this “military occupation” of our community. Some victory!

Why am I a Patriot ? I am a Patriot because many of our “Black leaders” advocate giving up a measure of our Constitutionally guaranteed rights “for a measure of security”. So much for the Constitutional rights our Elders fought for. Read the Constitution. Study it. Live it. It too is a part of our heritage. It is worth fighting for… dying for. Without it, I lose my right to vote; my right of free speech; my right to freely worship; my right of self defense; my right to be an American.

I am a Patriot, my brother… because I have no other choice.

Written by J.J. Johnson.

8 Responses to A Black Patriot

  1. Lee Wacker says:

    Mr. Johnson may be a black American Patriot, but he speaks for Americans of all colors and ethnic backgrounds!
    To be a “Patriot” is to be Free, able to speak one’s mind, and to uphold the Constitution!

    • Larry Baker says:

      Lee, you hit it right on the head. It makes no difference what color a patriot is, as we all bleed red when wounded; and I have many friends of color. It makes no difference what color, as we are all Americans; and patriots stand up for the red, white and blue. I took an oath when I joined the Navy, to support and defend the Constitution; and I think that oath stays with me, until I meet my maker. May “GOD BLESS AMERICA”.

    • Kay says:

      Mr. Johnson is a patriot. He is not a black patriot he is a Patriot who happens to be black.

  2. JIM HOOD says:

    “Those who would trade their Liberty for security shall have neither.” Ben Franklin

  3. Colin Sword says:

    Great article! I, too, took an oath…several times… to protect and serve, the people, the Constitution and my Country. That was when I was 17 years old, in 1960. I,like so many others of my generation, are old, and tired of the repeat of history and the lying politicians of all colors, races and genders, tired of hearing the same lies and empty promises.

    The “government” has promised healthcare for everyone, hiding the costs, hiding the delays, ignoring the cries of doctors, the old; denying life saving services to those that want to live.

    I am proud to be a Partiot of years gone by. I still have the fire, but have lost the ability to stand and fight. I know that there are many than had the same training I did, have the same will to get back our Country, and have the same desire to leave the freedoms that we once knew, to their children. They, too, are Patriots and are willing to die for their Country.

    All I can say is that those that would take away our freedoms, would deny our natural rights, will, someday, hang from that grand old Tree of Freedom. I have come to the conclusion that I will never see that day. I will never see the day when people will rise up, as one people, to take back what my generation lost in the ’60s & ’70s. I am too old and infirm to put up the fight, anymore. My heart is willing but my body is too weak.

    So, my brethren, fight on. The fight is the good fight…it is the right fight and it is the necessary fight, for yourselves and your posterity. Let the flag of Freedom, again, fly proudly, for those that gave their all, for those that gave nothing.

  4. “Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the
    gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery”…
    ~Winston Churchill~

  5. Michael Flynn says:

    When I was a baby everyone loved me
    When I was a child I was told of other to be aware of
    When I was a teenager I was told to stick with my own type
    When I was in midlife I found it hard to deal with other since they were so different
    Now that I’m in my latter life I discovered just how bad I had been manipulated to put others in separate groups and determined that I was taught wrong and I learned that everyone was equal, everyone was the same as me, that the only limits put on self were by self. Wake up. Love thy neighbors.

  6. Buck Crosby says:

    Join a militia ? who can you trust ? There are so many free loaders that would out you to the domestic enemy and so many overly sensitivized shemales that are gutless . Again , Who do you trust .

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