Day 345 - "Don't Let Me Down, Hymie Town"

July 19th, 2010

I have demoted a mild acquaintance's status to "If you're lucky, I might make obligatory eye contact with you on the street" because he shared the following: "Yea, so my cousin is dating a fucking black guy."

Discriminating chatter does not settle well with me. It's naive to feel it. It's naive to say it. Interesting note, the speaker of hate was Native American. I asked him if he was familiar with the Trail of Tears. His response, blank stare.

I get it y'all. Prejudice is about fear – fear of the unknown and fear of others who are different from ourselves. But I also feel that's just a sugarcoated way to say prejudice is about people. Who are dicks.

A reminder to my American readers. Since the powered wig intensive colonial era, heavy burdens of malicious discrimination have fallen upon Native Americans, African Americans, Asian Americans, Mexican Americans, American Jews, Italian Americans, Arab Americans and other immigrant groups and their descendants. In addition to this intolerant horror show, incidents of minorities discriminating against other minorities is not uncommon. The result: I throw my arms up in the air knowing that this just appeases the slew of fear based dicks who's life journey is devoted to seeing all of us obliterated.

The minority to minority lack of tolerance metal goes to American civil rights activist, Baptist minister and candidate for the Democratic presidential nomination, Jesse Jackson.

In 1984, he used "Hymies" to refer to Jews and "Hymietown" to mean New York City while talking to the Washington Post. At first he denied using the remarks and claimed the Jews were conspiring against him. Later he did admit that he did indeed make the slurs...but...you'll like this... he was talking disparagingly... in private...with a reporter. I too generally find reporters to be the sensible choice when seeking confidants. I seek solace knowing my secrets are safe with someone's who's paycheck is based on disseminating defamatory data to the masses.

To Jesse Jackson's credit, he did attempt to redeem himself...through song when he crooned the heartfelt lyrics from "Don't let Me Down, Hymie Town". Oh? That was Eddie Murphy doing a parody. (Arms in the air again.)

Either way, let's revisit the song. It's time to heal.


Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jessee Jackson.
And I was recently quoted in "The Washington Post"
as referring to a certain group of people as "Hymies."
They also said that I called New York, "Hymietown."
I realize that kind of talk isn't kosher,
but let me see if I can explain it to you all in song.

(R&B music plays)

As I said, I'm Jesse Jackson,
and I'm running for President of the United States.
I'm a Libra,
and this is a very special message to all you chosen people out there.
- Don't let me down - Jesse: No, no
- Don't let me down - No, no, no, no
Don't let me down...
Hymietown
Hymietown, well, well Hymietown...
I was your one and only until I read the news
Well, now I'm sad and lonely since I put down the Jews
Well...
We have so much in common
'Cause we've both been so oppressed
All right
We both have big noses
And gold chains on our chests
I wanna say please now
- Don't let me down - I'm begging you, please
- Don't let me down - I'm down on my knees, well
- Don't let me down - Hymietown
Hymietown, well, well... Hymietown...
I want to form a new coalition,
of soul people and bagel people.
From the Chitlin' District, to the Diamond District.
From catfish to gefilte fish.
We all need to live as one.
I want to look out over the crowd and see both leather hats
and yarmulkes side by side.
So come on, you brothers and sisters...
all you hymies and hymettes...
- Let's get it together. - Yeah!
Let's bring it all down, well, well, well
I wanna talk about love for one another
Hymietown...
Want to form a soul and kosher coalition
I love those black suits you wear
And them little tiny curls that hang down in your hair
You know we all need one another
I want to stay right here in Hymietown, well, well
With all my hymie brothers and sisters
Sometimes I feel a little hymie myself
Baruch ata adonai
Hymietown...