A racist post

I have been thinking about a racist post since I first started this blog. Race is one of the most crucial issues that our country faces today, and I think a lot of people suppress/repress/ignore/don’t give a fuck about the fact that we are a heavily racist society, and perhaps species as a whole.

Dictionary.com, my dictionary standard, defines racism like this.

1. a belief or doctrine that inherent differences among the various human races determine cultural or individual achievement, usually involving the idea that one’s own race is superior and has the right to rule others.
2. a policy, system of government, etc., based upon or fostering such a doctrine; discrimination.
3. hatred or intolerance of another race or other races.

This is all very very tricky business, and it’s hard for me to find a place to start. I think I will use my favorite word, RASTUS, to begin discussion.

Rastus” is a derogatory racial slur, used by slave owners in the 19th century, which was then later used by Cream of Wheat as the name of a fictional marketing character. Check out the article I linked to learn more.

I learned about the word Rastus from my dad, who was born in 1937 in Piedmont, Virginia (I think that’s where), aka bumblefuck late-Depression-era farmland. My grandfather was a tenant farmer, and a minister for a branch of the Pentecostal church, which has a strange history in and of itself. Anyway, my dad is an old-school person who was born in a farmhouse, with no running water or electricity. I was born in a modern hospital.

My dad used to say, “Watch it, Rastus,” or “Get the fuck out of my way, Rastus,” when we were driving places, and I just thought it was the coolest word in the whole world. He told me that it meant “an old black man,” which it basically does, but he also did not tell me that my ancestors probably lynched scores of “old black men” while calling them Rastus and other such words which denote an inferiority based on race.

That’s right, people. I am a white man from the South. The majority of my family line fought on the losing side of the Civil War, which gives me a lot to think about sometimes, like when I move to a different part of the country, and I am literally outnumbered 100-1 in my neighborhood by brown-skinned people.

Let’s get to the fucking point already. My great-great-whatever, he had slaves, called black people “niggers,” set dogs out to catch his human property, and strung up other human beings to enforce local laws and culture. I cannot do anything to change that fact, except to acknowledge it, accept it as truth and work towards positive change within the scope of my realm. I try my best to be open to all people, to not judge someone because their clothes are baggy and gangsta, and to not be a racist in general.

I fail miserably at not being racist ( I am a racist). I think all black people hate me, I am wary of different cultures and have a hard time accepting their existence and acknowledging their inherent worth, and I have a distinct feeling of being a certain “race.” Even though I know there is biological evidence that more genetic differences exist inside a specific “race” than across the various “races,” I feel a separation, a distinction from people of different skin colors and culture. I don’t have any real black friends, who you could call “black.” I don’t have any real Mexican friends who you could call “Mexican.”

A caveat for that statement is that I work with basically all brown and yellow people, and my best friends from work are a Chinaman, a Mexican and a Nicaraguan (all at various stages and generations of being “American”). They are my close friends, and there are zero negative racial feelings. We joke about the fact that our work is a mini “United Nations,” and that we are all different colors. We are friends, we get that we are different skin colors and come from different cultures, and we accept each other individually and fully.

I could go on and on. I am both an extreme racist, and an extreme anti-racist, and I try to make jokes and highlight racism whenever I can, to prove to myself and to anyone around me that racism is fucking bullshit and we should do everything we can to stop it. I have pissed people off by making a joke about “brown people,” when I was trying to make a point about how fucking ridiculous it is to think like that. I have been extremely pissed off when a black man called me a “cracker” while sitting on my couch and hanging out with me. I was so pissed, I am still thinking about it right now as I write this bullshit for you fuckheads.

So your homework, today, kids, is to examine your own racism. I honestly believe, if you are reading this blog, that you are racist to some degree. How many of your friends are the same skin color as you? How many of your friends come from the same religion or culture as you? How many of your friends were raised like you, went to a school like you, look like you, dress like you, and act like you? If I were a gambling man, which I am, I would bet that 90% of your friends have the same skin color as you, dress just like you and look just like you. That is because you are comfortable with your own family…and why shouldn’t you be?

My favorite word is Rastus because it highlights the ironies and tragedies that occupy my universal existence. My great-grandfathers were probably Grand Wizards, but guess what? I went to a “school” where they teach you that racism doesn’t exist, and that we are all equal, and that we all blablablablablabalabla feel goodery bullfucking shit.

“The sins of the father are passed on to the son,” or at least that’s what this book Wieland, or The Transformation taught me right before “self esteem” class in college. I am already paying for the sins of my father and his father, just like my children will pay dearly for mine.

ps- I was shocked when I went to put this in, and saw the title of my earlier post! Hate on, haters!


2 Responses to “A racist post”

  1. 1 Son of Abraham March 13, 2007 at 6:58 pm

    Well of course, that would have to make me a racist too

  2. 2 deddog March 14, 2007 at 8:17 am

    interesting post… i’m of a school of thought that the bigger influences on behavior and relationships are one’s socioeconomic condition and education. i find that realm to weigh much more heavily on whether or not i will get along with a certain individual. it’s no longer a race thing, but rather a rich, middle, poor thing (or blue collar versus white collar), with race thrown in as a bonus fun factor. but instead of exclaiming immoral slurs such as CRACKER, NIGGER, TOWELL-HEAD, CHINK, GOOK, MONKEY, PICKANINNY, WHITIE, VANILLA FACE, and CURRY SLURPING COW KISSER… let us instead build new slurs based on different traits, like, “YOU BROKE ASS WELFARE MILKIN KIA DRIVING RAMEN NOODLE EATIN G.E.D. HAVIN PIECE OF SHIT!” ahh much better, kind of just rolls of the tongue, and completely guilt free! let us remember that whether you’re arabian, asian, white, or black… you’re still a human being worthy of dignity and respect, unless you’re a dirty jew.

    p.s. have you talked to twan lately?

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