What was it Rodney King said?.....

Here’s the deal....Celebrating diversity is okay....marching to the beat of a different drummer...Hey! Not a problem...but when you’re marching toward an objective, it’s best if ever’body marching together listens to the same drummer, marches to the same beat ‘n pretty much stays in step with each other....that is, of course, if you have a unified objective....if you don’t, then you can walk any way you please, listen to whatever music plays inside your own head ‘n mill around in a circle until ever’body gets dizzy ‘n falls down.....
During World War II, Americans marched in lockstep (not entirely, of course, for we are after all Americans ‘n everything good ‘n bad that implies)...we all heard the same drummer ‘n diversity was not only not celebrated, it was put away for the duration....’n the country prospered as it had never prospered before...we went into the war a fledgling power on the world stage, we came out of the war a screaming eagle, dominating the world landscape...
‘n all eyes turned toward the USA...we were the idol of the world, the envy of everyone, a Rock Star among countries....
Everyone wanted to be American ‘n have what Americans had, ‘n they flocked here in their tens of thousands, their millions, to live the American dream....
But when they got here, they found it was hard to give up their own identity....their own rhythms, their own music, their culture, that indefinable thing that made them unique, their nationalism...
That inner core that made them Italian or Greek or British or whateverish...so the USA, already a nation of immigrants, a celebrated melting pot of diverseity, welded together by war into the mighty mongrel that was the baddest dog on the block found themselves searching for a new identity.
And the immigrants that had proudly identified themselves as Americans became Irish-Americans ‘n Italo-Americans ‘n so on ‘n so forth ‘n we began to celebrate our diversity, our differences, ‘n forgetting that it was a common goal that had forged us, a nation of immigrants from every corner of the world, into Americans.
We’re all Americans, of course, no matter our differences. We’re white ‘n black ‘n every color inbetween. We’re Christian ‘n Jewish, Muslim ‘n Hindi. We’re theists ‘n atheists ‘n deists. Hell, we’re even scientists, which is becoming more ‘n more a western religion. But, still, at least for the time being, we’re all Americans......
T.S. Eliot said,“I grow old, I shall wear my trousers rolled..”
‘n me, well in my dotage, I ponder many things, ships ‘n seas ‘n sealing wax...’n what the morrow may bring ‘n who let the dogs out ‘n who wrote the book of love.....
I’m just sayin’.....