Dick Gregory: No Great Loss
Dick Gregory finally died, and the best response came 400 years ago in Shakespeare’s MacBeth: “Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.” Let me tell you why I say this.
In the late 1980s or early 1990s, Dick Gregory came to St. Louis for some reason or other, probably to speak or perform. While there, he visited an organic health food store in the city’s liberal, eclectic but fashionable Central West End. While in the store, he reverted to the true nature of all race-hustlers by shoplifting some “bee pollen.”
I was told bee pollen was a very expensive commodity, so, when he was confronted by the store’s owner, he calmly looked the man in the eye and stated (verbatim):
“You don’t know who you’re messin’ with: I’m Dick Gregory, and if you get me arrested, I’ll have 200 niggers here protesting in front of your store by tomorrow morning.”
Like all race-hustlers, Gregory was a crook on the make: Whatever cause he happened to be promoting was secondary to whatever scam he was working. When the health food store’s owner described this incident to a close friend of mine — and patron of the store — I was struck by how calmly Gregory made his threat: Clearly, this defense had been trotted out many times before.
Now he is probably in a place where all criminals and race-hustlers eventually end up, a place where no amount of health food could possibly help, and where bee pollen melts instantly…
6 thoughts on “Dick Gregory: No Great Loss”
How sad that those blacks clever enough to really HELP their own are most often criminals. I remember in my youth Harlem politician Adam Clayton Powell, Jr., a light-skinned black forever re-elected from his district in Harlem in spite of being as crooked as a dog’s hind leg. But his constituents LOVED him! Why? Becuz he was stealin’ from Da Man! Dat’s why! Actually, Powell was stealing from THEM and they never knew it. In truth, WHITES have more respect and consideration even for the very worst of blacks than do many of the so-called “black leaders.”
Adam Clayton Powell was beloved of more than just his own simple-minded constituents: He was also loved by all the liberal cowards and frauds on the Burger Court, who reinstated him (Powell v. McCormick, 1969) after his censure by the House of Representatives for endless criminal misconduct.
You see, in Article I, Section 5, Clause 1 — the Constitution’s “Qualifications” Clause the Framers of the Constitution obviously meant that Congress was never intended to be the “Judge of the…Qualifications of its own Members.” No, only the Supreme Court was empowered to make such determinations. (Sarcasm.)
No doubt Gregorys funeral drew quite a few; some to mourn but most to make sure.
VERY funny !
Dick Gregory dindu nuffin! Sheeeeeeeeit!! Pollen izz rayciss!
I saw this clown once on tv. The crowd was full of pathetic white boomers drooling all over their hero. What a joke,