Thursday, May 22, 2008

Not gonna talk about it (Racism)

With daily news focus on a first black president, immigration, Reverend Wright, rising crime rates, “nappy-headed hoes,” and the drug war, I am reminded constantly of the race problem in our society. Multiple requests from my faithful readers have asked me to use my blogfluence to address racism and establish a moratorium on racial epithets. While I confess that hearing nigger, spic, chink, WOP, and Mick upsets me, I do not believe a discussion of this is prudent. How can I, an intelligent American think this?

Well for starters, how much power do wetback, banana, guidon, and sand-monkey actually have in our society? Words only have the strength to which we ascribe them. Censoring specific vocabulary is pointless and against free speech. Idiots need something to talk about, and regardless of what we do these words will always be there for them. It’s pointless, and besides are viceroy, wasian, and fremen really the biggest problems here?

Overt racism, nowadays, is scorned by everyone. A politician who says wapanese, oreo, jigaboo, or pikajew will not get elected and employers would immediately fire you for saying noodle nigger, slurpee nigger, or prarie nigger. No, what we really need to address with our children is unconscious racism. There exists an underlying current of invisible, structural racism in our country. Consider how public housing ends up in already impoverished black communities because the locals protest it less than the locals in better white communities with properly funded schools. The means are not necessarily racist, but the ends are racism. Examples like these are many, but identification is not a solution. So, where does this subtle and unintended racism begin?

Some suggest it starts in youth, when parents and older peers pass down garden gnome, 10% off, Cocoa Puff, and the like. I, however, believe the source is even simpler: the deluge of discussion of racism. A self-fulfilling prophecy – the fact that it is a topic is what perpetuates it. Because we hear on a daily basis (albeit in a disapproving voice) that Texican, polak, African’t, and kike are being said, we over time subliminally absorb the hatred behind these words.

So, you ask me to write an article about racism. Well, I won’t. I’m putting out a moratorium not on niggapotamus or McNigger, not on oven honey or bix nood, and not on patio primate or Manuel Labor, but instead on racism as a talking point.

So stop asking me to talk about it.

1 comment:

  1. You should. America really needs to start a dialogue on jungle bunnies.