I don't know what it's like, but then again neither do you....
From what I heard in Obama's speech defending Jeremiah Wright I come away with the same old message,"You white folk just don't understand what it's like...."
Ya know, I'll cede that point. I don't know what it's like to grow up a racial minority in this country. I don't know what it's like to get hasseled for driving while black. I don't know what it's like to be expected to speak like an uneducated oaf in order to fit in with my ethnic peers. And I don't know what it's like to have any genuine accomplishments I've achieved attributed to affirmative action and nothing else.
Nope. Not a clue.
I know what it's like to grow up white during the sixties and wonder about the apparent hypocrisy of my elders regarding equal opportunity. I know what it's like to get smacked around for listening to a piece of folk music sympathetic to civil rights workers.
I know what it's like to ask the head coach of my football team why my black teammate didn't get the same recognition I got when he damned well deserved it. Not too many high school athletes have that big a set of balls, mine are still hanging low and to the right.
I know what it's like to join Uncle Sam's Canoe Club and find I'm fair game for any blacks with a skinful of booze and a chip on their shoulders.
I know what it's like to accidentally walk through a black neighborhood and get stoned. My fat ass can move pretty quick when necessary.
I know what it's like to be a part of the military's equal opportunity program, believe it might actually do some good and then be totally discounted by any black I talk to about it.
I know what it's like to date a black woman until I get fed up with her racist bullshit about how ALL whites are naturally bigoted, then be told my own racism was the problem.
I know what it's like to join a predominantly black church and find I'm considered the token white boy. Wonder what color God is?
I know what it's like to have my only sibling fatally shot by some black scum who was never caught.
I know what it's like to help a black man get back on his feet only to be placed thousands of dollars in debt for my troubles.
I know what it's like to stand up for a black subordinate only to have my ass put under a microscope when another black accuses me of harassment (a charge the first man vigorously denied, thus saving my job). Although the charge was deemed frivolous by the HR department I was still called on carpet by the local VP because he felt, "..you must have done something!"
I know all that stuff. I also know what its like to just get so disgusted with the constant cries of victimhood and accusations of bigotry that I'd cheerfully watch the majority of blacks burst into flame and feel they're not worth crossing the street to piss on if it puts them out.
Wonder how many blacks can identify?
When the majority of blacks in this country will listen to loudmouths like myself and give us the same consideration they feel is owed them, let me know.
I won't be holding my stinking breath.
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Happy Easter for you Subvet, and also for you family :)
Have the values of love and tolerance depreciated so much we are ready to discard them outright? I recall a friend once pulling me along to do what was right.
When I left the nearly all white world I was raised in and found myself a lonely white boy in Gary, IN, I noticed black people seemed to stare at me. At first I thought it was because I was so out of place. I later noticed the same kind of stare from blacks when I was not out of place and came to believe these were stares of racism. I thought this was a form of intimidation and learned not to avert my gaze but to reflect the stare with a greeting of respect. I thought that if I showed respect it would be reflected. Sometimes it works but after so many years of seeing these as stares of hatred and becoming acquainted with the racism of blacks against whites, I now reflect these stares with a stare of mutual hatred.
It is with great sorrow that I admit I harbor ill feelings against blacks. I use the most derogatory term they use so freely among themselves in song and dialogue. I find myself ranting against them as a whole people rather than just those who have wronged me. It is easy for me to understand their hatred of me in terms of how I came to hold this hatred I have for them. Considering how much more they have been hurt by me than I have hurt them excuses neither them nor me.
How could a fellow who was raised a Christian have become such a monstrous vessel of hatred and animosity? I never made much of an effort to show them respect or treat them as brothers, but in my interaction with them I often found myself as hurt as you were Subvet. When people are always stepping on our toes we tend to get out of ourselves and into someone we don’t want to become. My own daughter believes I am a racist. I don’t want her to continue to believe this, so I am going to quit being one. At this troubled time in my life I need to set aside these feelings and get serious about not carrying around so much anger and hatred and resentment.
I for sure won’t vote for Obama but it’s not because he’s black. I just can’t tolerate democrats.
shall I go down my list of things I know??
Here's a brief (very brief as there are many) insight.
I know what it's like to be sitting in a freshman HS Spanish class when the black substitute teacher lectures the class for the entire hour on racism...then when I ask an honest question (which I didn't realize till adulthood would refute her whole stance) am told that I'm "too racist to understand"
Oh, and I know exactly what he meant when I told my black coworker where I grew up and he said "that must have been hard for you...why on earth did your family move there?"
oh, I know a few things myself. yes I do.
OBTW, I also know that it is "by definition impossible for a black person to be racist because the definition of racism is what the white man has done to hold the black people back."
heard that a time or 2000.
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