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The Bubba Backlash

When Barack Obama started running for president, I was afraid for him. Like most Black people -- especially those of us who were raised in the South -- we knew firsthand how dangerous it could be for a Black person who dared to challenge his or her station. During the primary season, some older Black people said that a vote for Obama would guarantee his death.

Fast forward to now. Thankfully, Barack survived and is now poised to be the next president of the United States. Now my fears have shifted. After hearing about the latest racially charged incident in Texas, I'm afraid of what will happen to me once the Obamas paint the White House black.

In America, Black people have been famous for our reactions to things that we consider unfavorable -- think the riots after the Rodney King verdict. However, we've never seen what happens when White people are upset. When Barack wins -- and as far as I'm concerned, there's no other choice at this crucial time in history -- what will Bubba do?

"Bubba" is a term I use to refer to those Caucasians who just don't like to see African Americans get ahead. Think Georgia Republican congressman Lynn Westmoreland.

For the most part, White people just haven't experienced that kind of disappointment. How will they retaliate once their "White Only" world is turned upside down? Will they be so angry that they'll go and destroy their neighborhoods? Or will they move to Canada like Black people have threatened to do if John McCain gets the presidency?

What I hope is that The Bubba Backlash won't involve more incidences like the aforementioned case in Paris.


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