I just checked my Webster’s dictionary to see if the words “stupid”, “ignorant”, “despair”, and “victim” had the faces of black people in the definition. If those words were a professional sport, I’m guessing blacks could stop whining about there not being enough black baseball players. But then, this isn’t about baseball, is it? This is about clinging to the past in a way that asphyxiates the present and future.
The majority of blacks will go to any length to portray themselves as victims and to complain about that which they have never experienced, e.g., slavery and Jim Crow.
It is almost as if blacks lay awake at night meditating on ways to be victims. Earth to black people; people are not obligated to like you regardless of your color. Especially when you go out of your way to be unlikeable.
My mother suffered an illness when I was ten years old. During the period of her recovery, by today’s standards, we were poor. But being poor didn’t define me. I attended a high school where several of the students routinely called me a “nigger.”
That said, even then I understood the difference between ignorance and the hatred associated with racism. Those students were as ignorant as the day was long. But that isn’t my point. My point is that what others thought and called me didn’t define me nor was I inclined to allow it to turn me into something I was not, said being a hater.
I tell people the reason for that was because I wasn’t raised to be a victim. I wasn’t raised to view myself as inferior. Blacks aren’t fighting for equality; they are subconsciously fighting to overcome their feelings of inadequacy and inferiority born out of the lies they have been inculcated with by cultural-Marxists.
A colleague forwarded me an article written by a poor lost soul who took being a victim and wallowing in self-inflicted victimology and the attempt to justify same to new levels. Within her there teemed a caldron of conflicted animus and idiocy. The worse part of her distorted cosmological view is she will be applauded for feeling as she does and encouraged to embrace anger. But, while wallowing in victimology may extol hero worship in the ghetto, it offers no positive contributions pursuant to modernity.
It grieved her that Rep. Dan Fisher, R-OK, said: “…We have a new emphasis on what is bad about America. [The new framework] trades an emphasis on America’s founding principles of Constitutional government in favor of robust analysis of gender and racial oppression and class ethnicity and the lives of marginalized people, where the emphasis on instruction is of America as a nation of oppressors and exploiters”
I could not agree with Fisher more. But this pitiful lost soul would rather languish in the past. She opined: “…they charge black Americans a price for acceptance, for patriotism, and that is to forget the pain inflicted. … My parents were supposed to get over segregated water fountains and the abject poverty they were raised in. My sisters and I were supposed to forget how, even today, there are neighborhoods in our hometown of St. Louis where black people simply do not go…we are supposed to get on board the “I love America” train and leave our pain in the rearview.”
Where do I start? Do I start with God’s written word pursuant to harboring hatred, resentment, and forgiveness? Do I start with the question of just how is her resentment helping her? Do I start with the comment of get over it? Do I start with the question of why blacks do not go in to certain neighborhoods in St. Louis?
Let me instead start with, I’ve been in St. Louis numerous times and there has not once been a time when I was warned against going into any neighborhood save the one with a high concentration of blacks. And it was a black friend who warned me not to venture into that neighborhood.
Should I start with pointing out that I have traveled the Untied States over, many of those times alone? And with the exception of a Ramada Inn in Perryville, Ohio and a garage somewhere in Alabama did I ever encounter ignorance that could be construed as racial bigotry.
So, I ask the question; should I resent all whites because of what a few inbred dullards called me in high school? Should I resent all whites because a garage attendant in Alabama decided it was proper for him to attend to the needs of a woman before inquiring pursuant to my needs when I had been waiting ahead of her?
I think not. I explained to the young Alabaman that I was ahead of the woman and I was in a hurry so southern propriety be darned, “tell me how to get back to the interstate.” The woman not only agreed with me but also took it upon herself to give me directions. The toothless tattooed waif in Perryville, Ohio dressed in gothic attire might as well have had “LOSER” stamped on his forehead. Should I view all of America as I did him?
I have been in areas of America that for all intents and purposes give appearance to a movie location for the film “Deliverance.” But in each of those places I was received with service and respect. My family and I became friends over 25 years ago with a gentleman in Maine who looked like he (his business and his friends) was out of central casting for the film “Deliverance.” That gentleman and my family formed friendship that has endured.
The woman who wrote the article, I will not do the courtesy of naming, took exception that Rudy Giuliani, the former Mayor of New York, said he did not believe Obama loved America. Her position being that it was unfair and bigoted of Giuliani to say Obama wasn’t “brought up [to] love…this country.”
I’ll take Giuliani’s observation a step further. Not only am I convinced that Obama doesn’t love America, I am also convinced that he is certainly no patriot. And that goes for his wife, who wasn’t proud of America, as well. Remember too, her statement, “All this for a damn flag?”
Obama wasn’t raised to love America. His mother was a dyed-in-the-wool Communist, and his grandparents turned the young Obama over to Frank Marshall Davis, the rabid homosexual Communist for mentoring. Factor in Obama’s Muslim schooling and his close association with Bill Ayres and the question of Obama having any love for America is quickly abandoned.
This woman is emblematic of many blacks, especially young blacks. They revel in being consumed by hatred of America, white people, and any persons of color who do not ascribe to their pathetic heterodoxy.
She, like those of her kind, have given birth to a new lie. It is the idea that they really do want to love America but because of how bad America has been in the past they cannot.
Such reasoning is mind-numbing but it validates what the late Daniel Patrick Moynihan said: “The social alienation among the black lower class is matched and probably enhanced, by a virulent form of anti-white feeling among portions of the large and prospering black middle class. It would be difficult to overestimate the degree to which young well educated blacks detest white America.” (January 1970)
They are consumed by hatred and resentment and they are doing their all to disperse their vile heterodoxy as if it were an airborne contagion. It is not America warring against the minds of these young people. It is the professors and promoters of hatred they look up to.