If you can’t trust a political candidate’s word, what can you trust?
Wilson, a conservative Republican, led voters to believe he was black.
According to CBS affiliate KHOU-TV, Wilson’s direct mail campaign included a flier with smiling black faces he says he found on the Internet. “Please vote for our friend and neighbor Dave Wilson,” the accompanying text read.
Doesn’t look like he ever actually said he was black, which means that he didn’t really lie lie. He just, er, shaded the truth.
















































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There was an Eddie Murphy movie like that. There was an incumbent that croaked who had the same name. Got elected to the vacant using a campaign for “the name you know” in differently targeted advertising to different audiences.
‘The Distiguished Gentleman’ is the film.
And as far as ‘shading the truth’… I wouldn’t even call it that. He simply let the constituents form their own opinions based upon the images presented. All anyone had to do was even the most miniscule research into the candidate to see that he wasn’t black. But apparently there were a not insignifigant number of (arguably racist) folks who didn’t bother to do that. If this doesn’t expose those constituents for the racists that they are, then what will?
🙂 It did occur to me while reading about the incident that had it happened in a majority-white voting district, and had it been done by a black politician, the voters would have kept their outrage to themselves or been condemned as racists.
One of my friends, while I lived in the US Virgin Islands, was a school teacher. His daughter was in the fourth grade and doing an essay on “Racism” and wanted her Dad to critique it for her before handing it in. He gave it back to her saying that she could not hand it in because it was full of racist bullpucky. Her response? “BUT Dad I can’t be racist … I’m Black”.
He then proceeded to explain to her the actual facts of racism.
We both had a huge laugh over the recounting of the story. This was the coffee before work group at a certain, and special, cafe on the square on the island of St John. Good Times. sigh