He, a young Egyptian man, was very proud of the citizens in his country who stood up to a political regime that had ruled for 30 years. He talked about President Obama and how the President had been a bit shifty in whether or not Mubarak should finish his term or step down immediately and while he did not like our politics, he loved our country and what he believed it stood for.
So, when we returned on yesterday, he eagerly made his way to our table to greet us with smiles and warm words. However, his smile this time, was much brighter than before. He smiled as though he had no other choice. It was almost contagious and it didn't take us long to discover why. He was proud of those who had protested and stood up for their beliefs. He was proud of his country, but more discernible than not, he was proud to be Egyptian.
I too felt proud with him. Since the beginning of this revolt, I have firmly stood behind the Egyptian people and their quest for dignity, respect and reform. Figuring that if even one person believes in the fight, then he must fight, even if he fights alone. The Egyptian people remind me of my African-American sisters and brothers back home who face high rates of homelessness, joblessness and poverty. The only difference is that the Egyptian people were sick and tired of being sick and tired, while my sisters and brothers back home sit on a nail that still doesn't hurt bad enough for them to get up.

Although I am proud to be American and wouldn't want to be anything else, I must say that I am not very proud of the discrimination and the unjust treatment of African-Americans in my country. Equally so, I am not always proud of how content African-Americans have become even when there is substantial proof that they are worse off than Non-Hispanics, Whites, Asians and Hispanics in areas of income, homelessness, education and over all poverty.
According to the 2008 and 2009 US Census, the median income of Blacks fell below that of all other ethnic groups and between 2008 and 2009 the real median household income declined for non-Hispanic Whites and Blacks, while the poverty rate increased for non-Hispanic Whites, Blacks and Hispanics. In addition, the uninsured rate and number of uninsured increased for non-Hispanic Whites, Blacks, and Hispanics.

When you couple these statistics with drug infested neighborhoods, ill-equipped and dilapidated schools, as well as police brutality towards Black men and teens, I believe that it's long overdue that African-Americans stand up for their families and their communities. It's time for Black men and women to take back their streets so that their children can play on the sidewalks that they pay taxes for. It's time for African-Americans to take back the schools that gangs and drug dealers have declared as their own. It's time for Black people to stop begging for jobs and waiting in lines for hand outs and to create opportunities for themselves as they once did after slavery, during the Reconstruction Era, as well as the Civil Rights Movement. It's time to stand up and be the fighting and resilient children and grandchildren of those Civil Rights leaders that came before them.


The conditions of Black folks in the US is unjust and on some levels inhumane. We saw it during the Civil Rights Movement and it repeated itself with Rodney King in 1992. It happened yet again with the Crown Heights uprise of 1991 and with Amadou Diallo in 1999 and with Hurricane Katrina in 2005, but if these events don't prove that it's time for change, then go to the US Census for any given year and read for yourself.
Afterall, the numbers don't lie, even when the people are so comfortable in their discomfort and pretending that the conditions of their sisters and brothers don't effect them or their bottom line. However, the last time I checked, CEO's and high school dropouts stood in the same unemployment lines.
