Who's the sell-out?

Dave Bing, a Detroit Pistons star turned businessman, wants to start a charter high school near his auto supply company in Detroit.

“I’m not anti-public schools,” he said in news reports last month. “But I don’t think they will fix public schools quick enough to stop the drain. And if parents and children don’t have other options, it’s a lose-lose proposition for both the public schools and the city of Detroit.”

In the Free Press, columnist Rochelle Riley reams the so-called Call ‘Em Out Coalition which nominated Bing for a “Sambo Sell-out Award.”

The group is mad because Bing decided to partner with white philanthropist Bob Thompson, whose offer to build $200 million worth of charter high schools was rejected two years ago for fear it might hurt the city schools. The pair isn’t recycling Thompson’s old offer. Bing wants one school, near his company, one whose graduates could see their future down the street.

. . . Sambo? Sellout? Not black enough? Dave Bing is the definition of black for this century, always achieving and always looking for ways to help those coming up behind him.

So for those who think being black means letting the public schools die while throwing darts at those who would help, who think being black means letting the city perish before accepting help from someone white, for those who want to take Dave Bing’s membership card in the black race, then take mine, too.

Those who would rather call names than welcome solutions don’t represent my history, my present or my future. They’re segregationists who can single-handedly kill Detroit, if allowed.

Via A Constrained Vision.

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  1. Detroit’s an interesting laboratory of racial politics.

    A couple of decades ago a young firebrand named Coleman Young won the mayorality by a fairly ruthless and adroit appeal to racial politics. But it was hot air in large measure and he never bought into the aluminum-foil beanie sector of the racial politics spectrum. His long serving, some would say “long suffering”, press secretary was Bob Berg, white, Jewish and an FOC (Friend of Coleman) so off limits.

    He talked the talk while managing to not have to walk the walk, by and large.

    Unfortunately he inspired a generation of race hustlers who had neither Young’s acute political preceptiveness or his pragmatism. Sharon McPhail is one of those.

    Despite being a black, woman lawyer in the late eighties and early nineties she managed by a combination of high-handedness and clumsiness to virtually destroy her political credibility. She got elected to the Detroit City Council after some years of wandering, unloved, in the political wastelands but shows no signs of having learned a blessed thing from her previous disasters.

    Like some other untalented black politicians, she hasn’t learned yet that yelling “racism” isn’t quite the convenient tool it used to be so she continues to wrap her political message in racial boilerplate. Sharon McPhail is proof positive that a lack of imagination isn’t offset by a considerable intelligence. She’s mired in the politics of two decades ago which means she’s just waiting for some more talented politician to shove her aside.