This article is from Stuff Black People Don't Like.
The great story of our time is one hidden in plain sight.
On the day we - "we" meaning white men, birthed by white women - launched Apollo 11 into the heavens, blacks demanded the money spent on the program be diverted to them.
Simeon Booker, longtime writer for Jet magazine, wrote this editorial in the July 31, 1969 edition.
Landing a man on the moon and beginning the conquest/colonization of space meant nothing to blacks, who instead believed the money spent on such a mission should go to them.
And only them:
Jet Editorial Comment
Moon Probe Laudable – But Blacks Need Help
Landing an astronaut on the moon has more priority in America than putting a black man on his feet, in a job, or a poor family on a decent diet. This space accomplishment at a cost of billions of dollars will receive coast to coast acclaim and international attention.
But as a black Washington correspondent, I see this week as a crucial period in history. There will be headlines and hours of radio and television time on the day to day activity. President Nixon invited the president of his alma mater, Whittier College, to speak at the White House religious service on “the Meaning of The Man on The Moon.” Meanwhile what of the man in the street – in poverty stricken Appalachia, Watts, and Harlem. He wished the astronauts well and marvels at their courage.
But he also wonders if the powers of science and technology will ever focus in such a fashion on his problems. Thanks to modern communications, even the simplest ghetto dweller knows that the American space program and its counterpart in the Soviet Union are almost as political in their motives as they are scientific.
And while the victims of poverty watch the space race with awe, we wonder how long it will be before the hypnosis of a moon flight wears off and the victims of poverty realize that they are still hungry. Perhaps the presence of the mule train of the Poor People’s Campaign at Cape Kennedy will remind some people that their NASA tax dollars might best be spent in other ways.
Sometime, somehow, we Americans – and the Russians as well – must think about making the earth a better place to live. To escape to the moon is no answer for any of us – black, white, brown or yellow. – Simeon Booker
Reading this editorial only a day after the "poet" Maya Angelou passed away helped me realize what we lost when we embarked on a mission of uplifting black people instead of launching a mission to Mars.
John Derbyshire, writing at VDare, put it quite succinctly when he nailed America's mission over the past 50 years (sadly, started five years before the moon landing on July 20, 1969).
He wrote [John Derbyshire "On Maya Angelou, Ta-Nehisi Coates: The Whining Of Pampered Pets," VDARE, 5-29-14]:
For fifty years now we’ve been giving breaks to blacks, and not just Affirmative Action sinecures like those enjoyed by Ta-Nehisi Coates and the late, but equally talentless, Ms. Angelou.
We abolished federal Civil Service exams because blacks couldn’t pass them. Our colleges turn away nonblack kids so that less well-qualified blacks can be admitted.
We shower public money on bogus claimants to farm-loan discrimination. Our media observe exquisitely sensitive protocols in reporting black-on-white misbehavior, while inflating the flimsiest allegations of white-on-black misbehavior to the level of national crises.
We gut admissions exams for police and firefighter jobs so that blacks can be hired, and pay extravagant compensation to applicants who failed the un-gutted exams. We likewise gut standards for college debate, replacing structured, reasoned argument with incoherent squawking.
We have pretty much dismantled our civilization in an effort to accommodate blacks.
And still they complain.
The Ta-Nehisi Coateses, Eric Holders, and Maya Angelous seem, in their impenetrable narcissism, to hear their own voices as the groans of an oppressed race from under the iron heel of White Supremacy.
Those voices sound to me more like the whining of pampered pets.
We decided to try and make, in the wishes of Jet writer Simeon Booker, the world "a better place to live," by investing untold trillions - and lowering standards universally - to uplift black people.
Our civilization was dismantled.
Even if you think the Apollo 11 (and subsequent moon missions) mission was only about "collecting moon rocks," it should be quite obvious now such a rock is worth far, far more than a house in 83 percent black Detroit.