Greetings! My guest is one of the many street corner philosophers/intellectuals, handymen and jack-of-all-trades who cannot find a job as a black male. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome D. Invisible Mann.
Kunta: Brother Mann, I empathize with your struggle. So why are you invisible, man?
Mann: The street-corner think tank and I conclude that a society in denial has become insensitive to our plight. The recent recession really has messed us up. And when we turn to crime and abusive behavior as a last resort, people see us on prime-time TV shows like "Cops," "Killer Cops," "Cop Killers," "Rescue 911," "411," "777-9311" and "Stories of the Highway Patrol." But as Al Jarreau once sang, "You don't see me when I'm trying to do right."
Instead we get hassled and hustled because we are not BMWs (Black Men Working).
Our legs are broken, and we are called cripples. Our eyes are gouged, and we are called blind.
And who wants to look at a man who has been jobless over a year. This is why I am D. Invisible Mann.
Kunta: What do you do with your idle time, brother Mann?
Mann: I'm studying online classes in culinary arts and interior design on a computer I built after finishing a correspondence course in computer technology.
Kunta: Pookie's grandmomma is giving us a cue to get off her porch.
My guest has been the aspiring BMW, D. Invisible Mann.
Ken Stiggers is a TV producer in Jackson and the host of the Lyric Lounge, now Thursdays at Daiquiri World, 1766 Ellis Ave. at Raymond Road.
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