Unfortunately, instead he gave his “Church Speech.”
HOPE, HOPE, HOPE. COLOR ME DEMOCRAT.
Meaning, color me black. That’s what Cleaver really meant.
It was a hollow speech about nothing…like most political speeches.
“Mitt Romney wants to lower taxes so he won’t have to pay any.”
Really? I don’t think so.
I looked out over the crowd of Democrats in the house. Who taught these people how to dress? Is there one nice looking person in the group? Can we get some more black faces in the building on camera! Jesus. It’s a staged reality show.
Not that the Republicans had anything better.
By the way when blacks were on stage the crowd for the Demo’s was 10 times louder than for any white, save Bill Clinton.
Look, I’m a guy who leans Democrat for the most part. However six months ago I would have told you Obama can’t lose. Not now. It’s the middle class that’s broke, unemployed or have new crap paying jobs with little to no credit.
Obama didn’t solve the big problems of today’s working class – credit and jobs – so he’s now in a battle. I think many black and white voters may just not vote, and that’s a vote for Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan.
When I met Cleaver I was impressed. He’d just won the Kansas City Mayor’s job. We became fast friends, did a couple TV shows, including a two-parter when, for no money, I let CHAMPIONS FOREVER starring Muhammad Ali premiere on Kansas City TV. It had just recently left movie houses and we got great press, Cleaver hosted the show with me, he loved Ali. He also did all my Red Fridays, gave the big speeches and later asked me to have Sly Stallone call a young dying white person in the hospital. Cleaver had no way to reach Sly.
My best pal Sonny Landham had just worked with Stallone in a film called LOCK UP and I got to know Sly as well. I called Sonny and he got in touch with Sly, who was in Italy. And Sly sent the young man a truck load of DVD’s, autographed photos, the works. The dude was thrilled. I had him and his family to Stanford’s for a comp dinner, put him on stage with Cleaver and Len Dawson, Derrick Thomas and Neil Smith.
It was front page news, photos with Cleaver and the ill young man in the wheel chair thanking the Mayor for the night of his life that Stanford’s and myself had provided – not Cleaver.
Yet not a word of thanks from the Mayor, just a letter.
“Craig, if ever you need my help, just ask and I will be there.”
Conversely I asked Buck O’Neil for a letter of support to the federal judge and in two hours I got this:
“If you put this man in prison, you put me next to him. He’s done nothing as of late that I haven’t done. We both bleed Kansas City Blue.”
You bet that helped. Buck was a true friend and great man – a real leader.
Cleaver was asked to help with the 3,000 to 5,000 blacks in Westport one summer. They were there from 1 a.m. to 5 a.m. fighting the police with weapons and anger.
But Cleaver was nowhere to be found.
Guess Buck O’Neil should have been mayor back then, maybe he would have helped clean up Kansas City, tackle the school problems, slow black crime and fixed up other areas in Kansas City besides Troost and Emanuel Cleaver Drive.
Under Cleaver our city hit bottom. We had high crime, even the casinos were placed in the wrong areas. Totally dumb. No business leadership at all. Oh yeah, Cleaver got us the Harley-Davidson plant. Gee sorry, I forgot that one.
I don’t hate Cleaver, I just lost all respect for him because he ended up being for one guy…himself.