I Make My Heros Black

I make my heroes black. Make them hard and angular self-righteous with a shroud.
I make my heroes black. Chiseled with sharp edges uncompromising in the truth.
I make my heroes black. Their actions are right and right minded. 

I make my heroes black. Don’t want to mistaken my ignorance without integrity. 
I make my heroes black. Been too disappointed in my own unfounded romanticism.
They annihilated my ancestors.
I make my heroes black. They don’t shuffle or tarry long. They are stalwart and resolute.


But I digress

When religious and commercial symbolism are blended together the resulting an artificial preposition is created. Are our moral compasses and prejudices based on the salient imagery creations of another’s imagination. What do you see here? Who is who? 

Let me begin by dissecting the beginning… both are on a mission. Both are the same, as the NRA would surmise and propagate. Thy rod and thy staff comfort me.

Chuck and the white dude. I know Chuck by his photograph, and I’ve only seen drawings of the dude. They all look the same except for a few; long hair, meek or Marlboro mannish looking dude.

Even taken out of context these are iconic images that resonate with a sense of morality.

The Rifleman and the sheep gather

But the thing about it is they’re both contrived.

JB

But I digress…