Why Not Herman Cain?

Cain’s outspoken love for America is so scary to the left that they’ve already hurled vicious racist epithets at him. There’s nothing for which the Marxists have less tolerance than a black man not willing to remain on the Democrats’ plantation. I daresay that a black man, courageously standing publicly for American free enterprise and individual meritocracy, is even scarier to the left than a rising Mama Grizzly.

But the Marxist, racialist-solidarity card played against Herman Cain is like putty in this man’s hands. I’ve seen him fight back against this leftist canard with a vengeance. Calling Herman Cain a “garbage pail kid” or a “monkey in the window” disgraces the writers, not Cain. And Cain does not -- thank God! -- take this sitting down or by returning to the back of the bus. (Please do yourself a favor and follow that link to Herman Cain’s pitch-perfect response.)

Eric “justice for my people only” Holder won’t find a “coward” on race in Herman Cain. Cain has not only more melanin in his skin than either Holder or Obama. He has the genuine black American experience in spades, no racist pun intended. While Obama and Holder were attending posh schools and being fawned over by white liberals, taking advantage of affirmative action programs every step of the way, Herman Cain was moving up and out the hard way, the all-American way.

Herman Cain was born in Atlanta in 1945. Think about that for a minute, dear readers. 1945. I was born in Atlanta in 1951. I know a whole lot about what life was like down South under Jim Crow. I’m six years younger than Herman Cain and I still remember vividly the “White” and “Colored” signs that adorned water fountains in the parks and restrooms in every town south of the Mason-Dixon line. I still remember segregated movie theaters, where black audiences were consigned to balcony seating with a back-door entrance, and where “Whites Only” everything, from lunch counters to hotels to Laundromats, reigned supreme.

If a white woman like me remembers these things with shame, how do you suppose Herman Cain remembers them? With justified pride -- that’s how. Cain took injustice lemons and turned them into more sweet-tasting, entrepreneurial lemonade -- for himself, his family, his community, and more American workers -- than you could shake a stick at. And, all the while, he was smiling and singing God Bless America! Fundamentally change America? Not while Herman Cain is standing watch. He knows hard work still pays in America. And he will fight to preserve that opportunity for our posterity.

Herman Cain came from a solid, middle-class black family of the kind that once made up the vast majority of black American families. Even under Jim Crow, families like Cain’s (and Condoleezza Rice’s) flowered in segregated enclaves identical to their white counterparts. Black moms, dads and kids living under the same roof, all working hard under an unfair, completely lopsided system that was in place long before they were born. But unlike their modern set of racialist peers, these exemplary black Americans did not become resentful, angry, or vengeful. Instead, they used their newly attained civil rights to rise to the top -- like the cream they always were.

Cain has literally wowed every single audience in every single venue where he has appeared. Cain has personally spoken at more than 40 tea party rallies. He comes across as the embodiment of American spirit. Perhaps, this love-America attitude in a modern black man is so rare that when it emanates from Herman Cain, it literally knocks people off their feet.

Or perhaps Herman Cain has the kind of fire in his belly which can only come from God? Who knows. What mortal among us can accurately define a person’s resonance with masses of other human beings, at a split moment in history’s march?

One thing I do know for sure. I would pay huge bucks for the privilege of seeing Herman Cain face off -- mano a mano -- with the adolescent “first black president.” Cain vs. Obama? Whoa. Now, that would be something. My intuition tells me that this historical face-off would be Obama’s first woodshed experience.

Obama could continue to call himself the “first black president” -- and Herman Cain could take the title of “first genuine American black president.”

Sounds pretty good to this old Atlanta white gal.

Go Herman!!  Knock their everlivin’ socks off, honey!

Also: The Tatler/PJTV meets up with Herman Cain in Texas Friday morning.