My early days of being an activist seem so simple now. A hotheaded reporter or radio personality would challenge my actions, and I would simply shut him/her down with quips and verbal jockeying.
An IRS series of audits, police interrogations, and being pulled over by the state police for no reason were some of those tactics back then in Indiana. A strange car following our sons home from school was about the lowest tactic.
Our opponents, politicians and local business owners found that we were afraid of nothing. We took a vow of near-poverty. That meant we had nothing serious to lose, and they had nothing to leverage us into submission or contrition.
When my wife Kay and I decided that Indiana was not beneficial to our twin sons’ upbringings, we left for Washington, D.C. and began to live an upscale lifestyle. We brought with us an understanding of local political harassment and how to dodge it. We relied on that experience – until now.
It appears that we have arrived in the major leagues and the enemies would not be some “Hoosier hicks.” All of a sudden we were in the arena of billionaires who saw money as no object and vengeance as a requirement.
These guys make presidents, congresspersons, senators, etc. They take no prisoners (literally).
One of my friends explained to me: “You have been used to dealing with people who seek to knock you down. These folks here will take you all the way out. They will seek to destroy you!”
One of my first examples of this was during the first Clinton administration. The No. 2 person at the Small Business Administration was a sister who decided that the SBA would no longer get into the procurement business and concentrate on lending and technical support. That was a declaration of war to us and we prepared for battle.
We raised some serious noise on a national basis and this caught the attention of the White House.
Some elderly guy met with some of our principals. No one really knew who he was. But when he realized that we were prepared for “war,” he made a suggestion.
“If I talked to Bill (the president) and told him if we removed this lady from her position, the problem would go away – would that work?” We said yes. Two weeks later, she was gone! She went to one of Vernon Jordan’s companies (he was a board member for about a dozen Fortune 100 companies). That spoke volumes. It also made us aware that there was a force out there that was more powerful than the president.
As the “body count” under the Clinton administration started to multiply and the overwhelming scandals started to appear, it was clear to me. Forget about the movies or TV. This was the real “Empire.” My advocacy remained strong, but I purposely remained under the “radar” of these real power brokers; a few “jabs” here and a “duck” there.
The pro-business arena saw talent in me and the National Black Chamber of Commerce (NBCC).
We were considered to be the voice of Black business. Fortune Magazine, the House, the Senate and cable television looked to the NBCC to measure the mood of Black businesses.
Then, as Earth, Wind and Fire would say, “Something happened along the way, and what used to be happy turned sad.”
The presidential race for 2008 brought the fiercest political battle in the history of the United States. It was do or die. There were a lot of organizations: environmental, taxation, education, military, labor, economic parity, civil rights, homosexual, etc. But now, there was a major movement to take all of these organizations and classify them as “Group 1” and “Group 2.”
Terms like “progressive” and “free market” became defining roles. The NBCC was classified as “free market.” America and the Western world became divided into two groups of tribes.
The progressives came up with this project named Barack Hussein Obama. Muslim name, African blood mixed with Caucasian blood, and early roots in Islamic Indonesia. It was unique, to say the least.
So when the progressive groups launched a physical attack on the U.S. Chamber of Commerce and its members, the format was set. They viewed capitalism as their enemy and a socialistic/communistic philosophy as their mantra. The White House was on their side and they would not compromise in the least.
The world, as we know it, was about to change. Chaos was in charge!
Harry C. Alford is the co-founder and president/CEO of the National Black Chamber of Commerce. Contact him via www.nationalbcc.org.