
Cornel West says this is what is wrong with black people today-too nihilistic. This new tendency might be indicative of a deepening personality flaw: IMH, The Inability to Maintain Hope, which translates into no innate trust in the supreme laws that govern us. I don't know, I just find when the news comes on I switch the channel. Or, perhaps, Emily Dickinson, my love, hope was never a thing with feathers. Perhaps this is the real source of my sadness. I write this without breaking my heart, without bursting into anything. Or, as there are billions of lives, my sadness is alive alongside the recognition that billions of lives never mattered. or our American optimism the sadness lives in the recognition that a life can not matter. The sadness is not really about George W. Then, like all things impassioned, this voice takes on a life of its own: You don't know because you don't bloody care. Mostly I resist the flooding, but in Bush's case I find myself talking to the television screen: You don't know because you don't care.

Sometimes my mother's voice swells and fills my forehead. You don't remember because you don't care. All the non-reporting is a distraction from Bush himself, the same Bush who can't remember if two or three people were convicted for dragging a black man to his death in his home state of Texas. However Bush came to have won, he would still be winning ten days later and we would still be in the throes of our American optimism. I want to continue watching, charting, and discussing the counts, the recounts, the hand counts, but I cannot. After the initial presiden tial election results come in, I stop watching the news.

Cornel West makes the point that hope is different from American optimism.
