I Guess I’m a Racist

You might be one too.

Someone using a bunch of larger words than I am wont to employ has told me so.

You see, to be in the smart circles, you have to own up to being a racist if you are white, and you have to also lobby for special treatment for anyone who isn’t white (or Asian, or an entrepreneur, or politically conservative, or who just is disgusted by the woke folk).

And you need to fervently apologize for the accident of your birth.

Because the people who aren’t <insert label of horrible group here> need the support of the woke to succeed, because they obviously cannot triumph without suburban youth with Hot Topic hair and Nike shoes made by Chinese slave labor chanting their support.

Equality is not enough – the playing field must be modified to provide the correct side an advantage, since, according to their proponents, they are not capable of achieving that on their own.

Or managing to get photo identification… Seems that is really hard.

So… I made the tactical error of telling one of the Really Smart People that I thought that people should only be judged as individuals, by their actions and how they treat other people. By their character.

And not by their genetic heritage. Not by the color of their skin.

There were repercussions.

Today, I see people who are disturbed when you don’t immediately leap to judge someone on their race. Or give someone preference based solely upon their skin color. Even while it seems like many of the proponents of that formerly racist behavior insist that they are gleefully doing what is only right.

That is only an extension of the movement. They have determined, without a doubt in their minds, that everyone who is not implicitly “for” them, including evangelic fervor in spreading the doctrine, is against them. And if someone is against them, they must be an evilkluckernazi, because any “good” person would be on their side.

And there are sides.

On one side we have the folks with pronouns as their identity, who often proclaim their collective individuality via Hot Topic hair, strange fashion sense, and the occasional facial metallic dangles or tattoos…

And on the other is the man or woman who doesn’t have time to go to protests, because they have a job and usually kids to take care of. To many of them, wearing something from their chosen sports team is pretty radical.

For one group, the concept of “revolution” is exciting. They’ve heard about it over and over in school, and seen pictures of their heroes. To them, an “activist” is someone to be admired. They yearn to impose their suburban manifestos upon others.

The other group? Many of them have seen the actual results of a revolution, since their side tends to view military participation as a plus. They have been to other countries, and often seen the results of revolutionary politics first-hand. They don’t want Pol Pot’s killing fields in their county.

One group is required to be painfully evangelic in their actions – and the other group just mostly wishes to be left alone. One of the actually believes that “Hello, I’m from Washington, and I’m here to help you” is a good thing, while the other starts to wonder if the shotgun is still in the corner behind the door. There ain’t a lot of trust, because there hasn’t been a lot of trust built.

And the people who assume that “diversity” means having an African-American person of indeterminate gender at their party will actively attack those who they view as “racist.”

The fun part about this is that you yourself might get targeted as a racist kluckernazi in need of being punched by a correctly thinking individual. It won’t take much – just not agreeing 100% with whatever they are spewing at the moment. And then the mask of civilization comes off, and they go for scorched earth. Because they know they are right.

And that abolitionists, people who actively worked to stop slavery in this country, and the person who proclaimed the following were in the wrong:

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

Dr. King

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