I’m not really sure I’m able to hate a person. Even the most horrible people I have met or known have some positive attributes. Sure, there are soulless men. I’ve met my fair share of them. But even they do not deserve the effort it would take for me to rile myself to hate. Mostly, about all I’m able to muster for ugly human beings is pity. I know that sounds trite, even immature, but for me it seems to work and, for now, I’m right with it.
No matter how often I try to explain that my objections to ‘black’ relate exclusively to the ideology of Black Nationalism and its destructive behaviors, I cannot escape accusations of racism. These days when someone objects to one of my articles about ‘black’ by calling me a ‘racist’, I know that person is very likely a dedicated Black Nationalist who knows too well that accusations of racism dissolve meaningful conversation into little more than a name calling contest.
Years ago when someone called me a racist I did my absolute best to defend myself. I’d fall into a tome that verified my dedication to ‘black friends’ and my life long passion for the blues. Sometimes I’d throw in Jimi Hendrix or B.B. King just to firm-up the idea that, hey, “Maybe he’s not really a racist”. Today, I’m past all of that.
I’ve watched cowering whites divest themselves of all reason when one of their brethren is adorned with the ‘racist’ moniker. The white psyche, what’s left of it, has been infused with the need for approval, for being liked, for remaining ‘socially in’ rather than suffering the troubles that come when we refuse to agree with a pack of racist-hunting madmen. I’ve made my position on this issue abundantly clear: It isn’t blacks whites fear – it is other whites. And why not? After all, the first race-scavengers out of the pack are whites seeking to prove beyond doubt THEY ARE NOT RACISTS. And the best way, the safest way, to do that is to attack another white. (Lest I forget: Whites who attack other whites have nothing to fear – they’re in ‘safe haven’.) ‘White hating’ has gone beyond being a hobby and is now a national pass-time.
The tragedy of all this whitey demeaning whitey crap is the damage it is doing to blacks. I mean that: The victims of white pity, white cowardice, white pandering and white appeasement are all black. Sure, whites who fall prey to accusations of racism invariably suffer some sort of social castration but with a little pandering and appeasement the matter will pass – Particularly if they happen donate a few million dollars to their local black charity like Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson or, more recently, Barack Obama. Did I mention the word ‘charity’ and ‘black’ are somehow synonymous in the minds of white apologists? Just a thought.
Whites have become predatory and cannibalistic towards one another when it comes to issues relating to ‘black’. Pandering, cowardly whites, who are more interested in approval and social adornment than truth, are the first to pounce on another white who, as it happens, raises certain issues relating to ‘black’ – Like the damage being done by those whites who believe giving a man a fish rather than expecting him to learn how to fish is the ‘moral thing to do’.
When I taught in an all-black school I made it my business to expect the kids to learn. I believed they could learn. I insisted they should learn. You see, I wanted ‘my kids’ to go out into the world champions – ready to take on the intellectual monsters that challenge our daily lives no matter what color we are. I was told, then told again, then told again and again, that my expectations were too high, too lofty. I disagreed. I disagreed because I believed in the ability of my students to learn. They had talent. They had plenty of talent - and plenty of brains, too. But there I was, a white man alone, with lofty ideas that could only mean one thing: I was racist.
When the assistant principle and a few teachers took me aside to explain to me how ‘different’ black kids were and how they needed ‘special effort’ to learn all I could do was…..cry. Yeah, I cried. I mean, what the heck, I had taken the job in the belief I could make a difference in a student’s life and I was being told that it was the student’s difference that made it impossible for them to make any difference. That made me sick. It still does.
At one point the school brought in a specialist to explain the ‘special needs’ of the black students. When the question and answer period came around I walked up to the mic.
“You’re saying I have to treat these black kids differently?” I asked.
“Absolutely.” The specialist answered.
“I won’t do it. It’s not right – We’re here to prepare them for real-world challenges and I believe they can learn real-world challenges.” I shot back.
The following day I was called into the principle’s office. I was instructed to either play by the rules or pack my bags. Three weeks later, I packed my bags.
What were those rules? Let me give you a clue: Don’t expect the kids to learn.
Today it was announced that forty-eight percent of Detroit’s residents can’t read. Big surprise there. Given the fact the educational system insists blacks have ‘special needs’ it’s really little wonder a majority of the students graduating from Detroit schools are functionally illiterate. Or should I say ‘DUMB’. I mean, isn’t that how they’re treated – like they’re DUMB?
White guys like me may be the only bridge between a sane, constructive black universe and a universe that remains dependent upon white appeasers whose only expectation of ‘black’ is to stay ‘dumb’.
My hat’s off to those folks, white and black, who gather up enough courage to say it the way it is: Scum like Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson and their mentor, Barack Obama, are crippling more blacks than a pandemic of black polio. That’s a fact. They cripple them by keeping them from the responsibilities and duties of citizenship and community – the duty we owe to one another to bring something productive into the tribe. In this world, in this technological world, what possible future can an illiterate possibly have other than joining other illiterates – and a sickening array or ‘white do-gooders’ - who routinely blame ‘white’ for all of their problems?
I harp on personal responsibility in almost everything I write. No point stopping here. Tonight I read an article outlining the difference between blacks and whites. According to the article, blacks think of their community first while whites, well, evil whites are individualistic. I translate that to mean that in the black world as long as we all fail we all get along.
There is a tragedy here. A real-world tragedy, and it will soon romp all over the world with the same ugly fastidiousness as a mass of locusts crawling over a vibrant landscape. When it happens I will absolutely be the first to throw stones at those to blame: Black leaders; irresponsible black educators; Black Nationalists; misguided, altruistic white-morons and anyone and everyone who wasted one breathe calling someone like me a racist because I cared enough to care. But those days are gone. Battle lines have been drawn. The disease of helplessness, blame, self pity, irresponsibility and hatred for white is now so rampant in many black souls – and some white souls – that the situation is beyond repair.
In a nation like South Africa, where the white population is one Julius Malema recommendation away from extermination, the situation has gotten so bad that only the most courageous whites continue to argue and plead that blacks need to mend their own damn fences without using white blood as glue. The rest of the world, especially the United States, should study the history of South Africa long and hard to see just how beneficial pandering really is.
White South Africans not only gave up their nation, since nineteen ninety-four they have lived the slow, painful process of cultural and physical extermination exclusively at the hands of blacks who couldn’t spell ‘genocide’ if their lives depended upon it. There, in our near polar opposite, sits the perfect example of the consequences of misguided altruism and pandering. (Don’t worry; there will be plenty of white South Africans who will disagree with this assertion. In fact, they’ll be the first to call me ‘racist’.)
Many whites truly believe lowering expectations is the cure for black poverty, black suffering, black this, black that…blah, blah, blah. Of course, those ‘lily white’ whites truly believe they are doing a service by castrating other whites who are only saying, “EARN IT!” Heck, that’s all I was saying when I was a teacher: EARN IT!
But, as responsible men of all races have learned: Blacks have special needs. So it is that in the United States money is thrown at black schools for the sole purpose of pandering to the ‘special needs’ of blacks. We’re told ad nausea that black schools are in disrepair, books are outdated or there’s a need for ‘special counselors’ and ‘specially trained teachers’. At each turn of the wheel the possibility of actually educating blacks becomes impossible: One manufactured excuse after another pops-up to explain why blacks should not be held to high standards of performance or behavior. (Now the thought is hitting me that Abe Lincoln studied a single book by candle light, taught himself to read and write under abysmal, depraved, conditions yet still managed to make a difference in this world. But then, lest I forget, Lincoln wasn’t ‘special’
Yes, there is a tragedy here. And it isnt’ even that subtle of a tragedy. As matters go, and they always go this way, the consequences of failing to expect blacks to become productive, creative contributors to society will lead to violent, cultural madness. Keep your eyes on South Africa - but don’t take them off the United States or anywhere else in this world where the disease of pity and irresponsibility cripples human beings.
This brings me back to hate. I don’t like being hated because of the color of my skin or the fact I rail against hateful ideologies or stupid people; but I’ve come to accept that’s part of the cycle that has collapsed men and nations. Today, when I fully contemplate the consequences of the insanity obsequious-whites and Black Nationalists have let on this world I get a knot in my gut. I see what is coming and I don’t like it. In fact, I fear it.
Yeah, I’m blaming outside circumstances for determining what kind of person I am - or will be. It will take some practice for me to learn how to blame others for turning me into a destructive victim. But, hey, at least there are millions of good teachers out there to show me how it’s done – Now all they have to do is teach and all I have to do is learn. Did I mention: I have special needs?
