‘Throw spaghetti on the wall’ of class/race divide to see what sticks
I live in unincorporated Chatham County and work in downtown Savannah. I just finished reading your weekly editorial: “Two Savannahs, further apart than ever.”
Your editorials manage to stir the discontentment I already feel for a place I call home. This article was more of a resounding YES. I enjoyed your point of view on the city and you are right on all points.
It may appear as if there are two Savannahs, but when it’s time to cast a vote, that’s when the African American community is pimped.
And like a prostitute returning to its pimp, because of the uncertainty that exist within, we go back to the ballots and chose those in public office, because our town still sees black and white.
We do this because we are bred to believe we look out for one another because of what used to exist in Savannah. We hold ourselves accountable to this loyalty, but we don’t hold the politicians accountable to the same honor system.
I left Savannah in 1984 and returned in 2007. Since I’ve been back, it appears as if we have lost something. I left a city on fire for change, I came back to a city with a flicker of what that change looks like.
I agree with Pastor Brown: I keep my ears open waiting to here of a march or rally to hold the feet of those we elected to the fire, to see if the churches will come out of the four walls and be the change many of our parents, grandparents and great-grandparents fought and died for. We would have more seats at the table when decisions about our city are being made in and out of our perspective communities.
I challenge Pastor Brown to stop waiting for the call and make the call himself. We sometimes have to challenge ourselves, to make a better tomorrow.
Let’s throw spaghetti to the wall and see how much sticks. Again, thank you for being a voice that speaks to the conscientiousness of both sides of Savannah.
Alizina Wallace McCoy