This morning, before I got out of bed, I told my wife, “I just want to write!” Last night I went to bed with thoughts I wanted to express, but were wondering which to tackle first. Writing, of course, is one of the most therapeutic exercises for relieving stress and clearing one’s mind, but some of what I want to write about face some barriers to my sensibilities.
“It’s not like I have writer’s block…” I said, as my wife looked at me with a look that implied indifference to my struggle – which is a common expression from those who don’t understand the need to pound a computer keyboard – “…it’s like I have ‘writer’s wall‘!”
Do any of you understand what I talking about? It’s like there are a ton of things worth discussing, but what will happen when I write about them? For example, I seriously want to write about the “F” word and its usage. Also, there’s all the curse words like “damn” and “go to hell” that need to be realistically addressed in the light of atheism. What do you think the reaction from my conservative readership would be? How could I set those up?
Another topic would be the definitions of “racism” and “racist.” Personally, I believe that without a biblical worldview and the Christian faith, the whole subject of racism is an ironic joke unwittingly perpetrated on a daily basis by millions upon millions. Yet, what would be the repercussions should I even approach that topic? Would I get banned from social media without even getting to make my point?
It’s not like I have nothing to write about; it’s just that there’s so much which poses a real challenge, even a danger, to put into print. Unfortunately, that only adds to unwanted stress.
So, as I was trying to decide if or what I would write about, I made the seemingly innocuous decision to make a Saturday-morning pot of coffee. If anything was going to get done this morning, besides the rest of the activities and chores which the rest of the day holds, a good cup of coffee made perfect sense.
Using a conventional Mr. Coffee drip coffee maker, I poured in the right amount of water, to begin with, and then placed in the filter to hold the grounds. For some unknown reason, possibly the result of criminal activity, I could not find my usual tool to measure out the appropriate amount of ground coffee to put in the filter; therefore, I selected a previously-unused measuring spoon from the counter drawer and put it to use.
A few minutes later – and not a minute too soon – the coffee maker beeped at me, signifying the coffee-making process had finished and my morning caffeine was ready for consumption. Unfortunately, as soon as I poured the freshly-brewed coffee into my white ceramic mug, the blackness of the liquid signaled something went wrong. Obviously, the previously-unused measuring spoon resulted in me using too many coffee grounds for the amount of water in the pot.
The coffee was now too dark, too “black.”
Immediately…not like I had a chance to jokingly come up with it…immediately…just as soon as I looked down into my white cup with the “too black” coffee!…the thought came into my mind, “Great! All I wanted was a cup of coffee, and now I’m a racist.”
Folks, when you can’t even make a simple cup of coffee in the morning without the constant drumming of media messaging and labeling affecting completely unrelated actions, society…civilized society…is in big, big, trouble.
I looked at my coffee, then sat down to write.
14 responses to “Too Black?”
Go for it I say, you might disturb some, but dialogue creates room for growth. Also, your post made me think of Jullian Smith’s YouTube video racist coffee. 😂
Yeah! I actually thought of that video after the fact. 🙂
Also Michael Jr. You just have to listen to Michael Jr. https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=michael+jr+ted
Just watched the TedTalk bit. Funny and profound. I still think I could do comedy.
if your coffee identified as less black, maybe even brown or “transbean” coffee, would that have helped, oh wait an other constant drumming of the media
Yep. It’s affected you, too.
This made me laugh! In all seriousness, I think we all get that little twinge of fear that we are going to offend someone with the truth we so desperately want to write. And you will. Someone will always be offended these days, no matter what. So, write your heart out!
What a hoot, Anthony.
My brother, on a plane to the US, thirty years ago, got himself into trouble foehn he asked for black coffee.
Enjoyed this tremendously! I’m so glad the “usual tool to measure out the appropriate amount of ground coffee” couldn’t be found!
But there may still be an investigation involving the appropriate authorities. Criminality, I tell you.