Warning: the following blog may offend the namby-pamby and liberal mindsets. Remember in the U.S., we have freedom of speech.

I love equality. I was at the Scottsdale mall today and the normally lily-white mall looked like two buses from the Washington Carver Obama Methodist Church were shopping for the needy. It was fantastic.

It was because of the NBA All-Star game. It only seemed to be at the prestigious Scottsdale mall. After all, even Britney Spears has shopped here. I checked out a Phoenix mall owned by the same company and there were fewer than 500 people all day. It looked like someone had painted that mall with white-out. No diversity there.

The first wonderful event was seeing the ghost of Cedric the Entertainer. This guy looked just like him – pink polo shirt, green sweater tied by the sleeves around his neck, Jessica Simpson mommy jeans and tennis shoes; all topped by a hat and sunglasses.

Then I noticed the mall was more packed than the entire Christmas season. Fantastic for the economy!

So I did some investigative journalism. After an hour of scoping it out, I made some observations. The food court was the main hangout, but the NBA attendees weren’t eating. I saw a group of men who had positioned their chairs right in front of the escalators. Just like I told my daughter, all men are dogs.

The biggest contrast I saw was the normally lily-white crowds were posers’ with maxed out credit cards. These NBA crowd people were rich, not posers. They were using credit cards from the relative who was probably playing in tonight’s NBA all-star game and had millions to share with his family.

As a woman who worked at Dillards told me, and it was true, the crowds were at the REALLY expensive stores, Gucci and Louis Vuitton. Vuitton was so crowded I thought it was a night club. Even on the escalators, one of the NBA crowd was headed in the wrong direction. I had to point out the Louis Vuitton store, and when I looked back, half a football field away, the store signage looked bigger than the Arizona Diamondbacks exterior sign. Both Gucci and Vuitton had a line to get in.

Admittedly, I would not know an NBA star if they kicked me in the groin. I was in the airport years ago, and an eight-foot giant passed. I recognized him as Tom Chambers – only for the television advertising he did.

It was fun to watch the lily-white crowd. They’d get on the escalators and leave three or four steps between themselves and the not so lily-white. Yet the NBA crowd could have bought and sold those lily-white, I’d like to say racist, but I don’t know them and that is judgmental, so let’s just say lily-whites, many times over.

None of the NBA crowd were at a popular lily-white hangout, the ATM machines.

Stores like Nordstrom, Crate & Barrel, Fossil, Express, Banana Republic, and Disney were empty.

Yet there was racism there. The mall’s security team looked like they would have called out the national guard if they weren’t all fighting in Iraq. Several uniformed officers had “State Gang Police” emblazoned on their bullet-proof vest. Pluh-leze; the closest these rich NBA crowd ever came to drugs was probably medicine for high blood pressure or diabetes. They were sports, not gang, rich. Scottsdale, where even people who sell arms illegally overseas can become influential in the community, doesn’t understand sports rich – or non-lily-white.

My favorite T-shirt was on a darker skinned man. It read, “My President is Black.” I thought he just had big ears.

It is time this nation become color blind, age blind and gender blind. This wonderful crowd demonstrated their class – much more than the lily-whites who were freaking out at the demographic change at “their” mall.

As I listen to my “pre-programmed” Internet radio station, songs by Chuck Berry, B.B. King, Bobby Blue Bland, Sam Cooke, Aly & AJ, Mana, Muddy Waters, Pistoleros, Willie Dixon, Gin Blossoms, Hilary Duff all play. There’s no color, age or gender difference. It is great music. Bless my parents who instilled equality into my family’s values.