(ThyBlackMan.com)
Any time you meet a payment. – Good Times.
Any time you need a friend. – Good Times.
Any time you’re out from under.
Not getting hassled, not getting hustled.
Keepin’ your head above water,
Making a wave when you can.
Temporary lay offs. – Good Times.
Easy credit rip offs. – Good Times.
Scratchin’ and surviving. – Good Times.
Hangin in a chow line – Good Times.
Ain’t we lucky we got ‘em – Good Times.
I am convinced that the government, the folks with the most and those in charge has lost touch with the real world. As I peruse through the catalogue of Good Time, I am reminded of the immense level of poverty that the nation 
face in its totality. To be called the greatest nation in the world with mass proportion of the children without adequate healthcare is a “mockery at best.” High schools are more in line with gateways to prison instead of bedrocks of know ledge. The people are losing hope with the leadership due to uncompromising positions with the mythical elite.
I raise this struggle from the perspective that the show Good Times sends a rally cry from the periphery of its syndication. This show proved to America that a black family could manage and maintain, though positioned in the ghetto. It displayed the power of a father who himself was uneducated (from an academic setting) but yet yielding the best guidance for his three children. A mother with a firm, maternal love and position with a pragmatic faith, that was always visible to others. The motif set from the story is a principle of survival with a supreme outlook of love.
The problem comes when the cynical world invites Darwinistic perceptions to overshadow the plight of the marginalized. They people with medical benefits, start to tell the people without benefits that there is no money for medical benefits for them. The schools at best are minimally equipped to serve the children which then leads to systemic poverty. So it is no wonder that the ghetto or the “projects” continue to have patrons. Understand the projects were never intended for those who lived in them to actually leave. In the words of Cee –Lo Green, “were the gates meant to keep us out or keep our black asses in.”
I’m in a zone…..
Staff Writer; Brian Foulks
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