Griswold -> RE: There isn't such a thing as 'races' in humanity. (8/6/2007 5:36:51 PM)
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ORIGINAL: slaveish ~grinning at Griswold~ I'm all about personal responsibility, and I will echo your sentiment that it sucks. When I am not personally responsible for myself or my position, I falter. That sucks. That there is no one to blame but myself, that sucks even harder. I'm not sure if I agree that white people don't feel bad about other races. I live in a fairly open-minded southern city, a large one, and although I wasn't raised with racial prejudices I can tell you that it's alive and well. One of my UM's uttered a racial slur, brought to my home from her school. It brought tears to my eyes - it was the first time she said anything about it. The funny thing was that she had the slur in reverse - she'd apparently heard it about someone of her own race from someone of another, and she's still innocent enough to not understand it. Until then, though, it seemed that none of them noticed colors and I had such hope that maybe this would be the generation that "got" it. And it's not just white people against black, or black against white, or Mexican against anyone in particular. It's ~differences~ that seem to be so threatening, like a carry-over from earlier years where everyone had to assimilate to be acceptable. Awesome comment! I was raised in Seattle. Other than Anchorage, we're pretty much the Northern most. Other than that they had a better tan, I really didn't focus on any differences as a kid. Then I got shipped off to Military school in the early 70's. The South, no less. The South. Kentucky. Kentucky. For a Seattle boy of 13. It was a bit of an experience. I didn't actually know what the South was...other than it was distinctly more Southerly than where I lived. It's a different world. I learned things there that I had no concept of. Today it blows me away what I learned there. I won't go into it, those that know the South will probably comprehend what I learned, those that never left the North....don't even try...you'll never get it. Fast forward to 1999. I moved out in 1995. It wasn't working. Nuff said.... I dated this woman, she was an attorney. Sharp woman, highly capable....I'd been on the dating circuit for about 18 months....a bit of a virgin...after 10 years. We'd dated for a good length of time....it was time to meet the fam. Florida...(remember, I'm from Seattle), everyone has a pool (I didn't know this actually), it's stormy, we're on the back porch having a few drinks (me and the brother in laws...there to check me out)....they ushered me in (I loved the bolting lights...they kept yelling "HEY....IDIOT!!!!!! WE'RE TRYING TO SAVE YOU!!!!") A few lightning bolts go off...and the brothers in law start to talk about the Daytona 500, car parts, Hemis, things that make shitloads worth of noise when they crash into shit...and that kind of shit..... I'm thinking, let's talk about your stock portfolio, have you ever considered a real estate investment trust, what's the vacancy rate on commercial office space in your region, do you think this is a reasonable area to invest in...what are the long term projections for population growth...... And one of them says to me.... "Ya know...all the niggers are taking our jobs?" And I'm thinking...."This is 1999....I don't think I actually heard that....it must be the beer...." And then they said it again! "The niggers are stealing our jobs!" Those fucking pricks". And of course, the logic of marrying into this family became rather suspect....(but I have to tell you...she had really killer tits)..... And I'm thinking....Wow...this is 1999....I think this is beyond amazing...." And then I realized.... There's some real pricks in this world. (And yes....I killed them).
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