[img]1|left|Ari Noonan||no_popup[/img]One of the most compelling and under-covered stories in Los Angeles this autumn is the Crenshaw neighborhood’s fight with MTA to win one mere mile of subway through a commercial/school stretch of Crenshaw Boulevard and a station at busy Leimert Park.
Subways and stations practically flood Los Angeles — except for the home territories of its two most mistreated populations, those in South Los Angeles and East Los Angeles.
Blacks in Los Angeles are as politically punchless as Joe Lewis has been since his death.
A people is being oppressed.
Not in Thailand, not in Somalia or some place exotic.
Nobody with political muscle is looking at Crenshaw…
Who Knows or Cares?
I don’t know why. Maybe they are easily bored. Happens a lot among this town’s media pygmies. The last courageous one died years ago.
Crenshaw’s organizer/leader, young, whippingly smart and matinee idol handsome Damien Goodmon, calls their plight environmental racism.
I sat in on last night’s meeting Mr. Goodmon called to update the community on the Coalition’s month-old lawsuit against the self-adoring Metro Board.
Good thing you didn’t come because hardly any more persons could have been shoehorned into the room.
They are brave enough, but I don’t know whether Mr. Goodmon’s aroused but under-muscled Crenshaw Subway Coalition is strong enough to block the onrushing, hundred-mile-an-hour plans of the Metro Board, which is flicking its manicured nails at Crenshaw, saying, “Go away, kid. Yer vexin’ me.”
Talk about the 99 percent against the 1 percent. If those lazy hooligans were serious, they would put their shoulders behind a serious cause like this one instead of acting like Democrat brats.
Isn’t It Obvious?
Once the easily accessed evidence of Metro’s race-driven treatment of Crenshaw is on the table, no honorable man in Los Angeles would dare disagree.
Blame the two worst professional politicians in Los Angeles, the despicable whore of a County Supervisor Zev Yaroslavsky, and the disgusting Mayor I Love Me.
Racists, they are. Black-hating maniacal power-wielders.
Don’t believe me? Look it up.
The historically denied residents and merchants of South Los Angeles — routinely deprived of amenities and rudimentary services you, I and other white people have enjoyed throughout our lives — are getting punched again in their often silent mouths.
Because they are black.
Because they have a reputation for not swinging back.
And most galling of all, the haughty Metro Board is doing it because they can, without protest from the Don’t Care Times. Television is as useless as the late Howdy Doody. And the only radio people who can attract more than horseflies to a press conference are John & Ken of KFI.
They are fighting a gorilla, the 13 geniuses on the Metro Board who look as if they are preening themselves for Halloween at every meeting in their lollapalooza building behind Union Station.
This is a classic and mammoth narrative that even a dullard could get excited about — except the right people, the lever-pullers.
This is not a complicated tale, just an exasperatingly familiar one.
They ain’t getting either one, so far, because they are black.
Where is a latter-day Dr. King when we painfully need one?
Where is a courageous journalist from the Los Angeles Times, still the most powerful media weapon in Our Town even if they have lost virtually half of the million-a-day circulation in recent years?
Last July, hopefully not as a joke, the Times dispatched one of their boatload of soft-in-the-cranium Page Two essayists — Hector Tobar — to inspect what the ruckus was at meetings of the Crenshaw Subway Coalition.
Hector is not a heavyweight.
Stirring dust is not his style. T.J. Simers labeled the previous UCLA football coach Karl Dullard. That is the way I regard Mr. Tobar. Mistaking himself perhaps for Malcolm Gladwell, he saw his visit to Crenshaw as an outlier moment, a unique juncture in time never to be repeated or recalled.
Please don’t ask the pathetic black weekly, the Los Angeles Sentinel, to take up the cause. The clowns who produce this embarrassment are Exhibit A in Herman Cain’s recent brave charge that 95 percent of the black community has been brainwashed by their Democrat (I Am a Victim, a Victim, a Victim) Party plantation masters. If there is an independent thinking major black “Democrat” politician in America, he is cowering under the lowest-hanging coffee table.