I could not be more white. I can’t dance, can’t play basketball, and I’m not good with the ladies. At least that is what one of my best African American friends once said to me. I take some offense to the dancing comment; at least my wife thinks I can dance and that I not only can cut a rug, but I look sexy doing it. Hey, wait a minute, do I detect a possible white lie here?

We called each other brother, or bro in the vernacular of the street. He came from a poor background, I hailed from a middle class family. And we are both conservatives. Our friendship was the type where, if one of us got the other laughing, for the rest of the day at work we found ourselves unable to pass each other without breaking down in near tears with laughter. You know that type of laughter – the type where you can’t breathe, where it feels good and hurts at the same time; when you feel like your abs have just been through a four hour workout. People thought we were nuts.

On one occasion, I noted my friend voraciously eating some saltine crackers. On the sly, I commented, “You sure love your white crackers”, wondering if he would catch on to the joke. I did not think it possible to eject half-eaten saltine crackers out of one’s nostrils to such a distance as my friend accomplished that day.

I recall my friend because I am reminded of him after hearing of a new blog Raging Elephants, who are leading America’s second emancipation. Their goal is to get more African American’s on board with conservatism. Let’s welcome them warmly to the family.

And I still think I can dance.

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