Once again, America is squirming over our racist past, which doesn’t seem to want to go away. Our watchdog-whistle press is brimming over with scathing indictments of white supremacy. Every few years we are forced to have a “conversation” about having a conversation about race relations. In many cases, it is about relations.
Front and center, we have the Zimmerman trial. The evil white man Zimmerman stalked and killed Trayvon Martin as he walked home from the store. But wait, isn’t Zimmerman actually the product of a white father and a Latino mother? According to the press, it had to be the white side of his parentage that caused him to be stupid enough to get out of his car after the 911 people told him to stay put until the cops arrived. I suppose that also explains Barack Obama’s shoot-to-kill-by-drone policy. It must be the lingering racism he inherited from his white mother that causes him to be so insensitive to the plight of the brown people he so callously snuffs.
If your parents were both white, you are doubly damned, especially if you’re from the Old South like Paula Deen. Deen stupidly admitted that she may have used the N-word some thirty years ago. As we all know, the statute of limitations on that hate crime stops at fifty years, after the Civil Rights Act. That’s unless you are black, like Richard Pryor and scores of rappers who got rich on racially-charged material. Pryor eventually eliminated the word from his act, and many of the rappers are dead from wounds they received via guns made by white people.
Then there is the latest outrage stemming from the crash of the Asiana Airlines jet in SF. KTVU in Oakland color-blindly reported the names of the doomed plane’s pilots as Captain Sum Ting Wong, Wi Tu Lo, Ho Lee Fuk, and Bang Ding Ow. The station got the names from the National Transportation Safety Board, through a press release okay’d by a summer intern. No word on the race of the now-unemployed intern. How this report ever got as far as it did is amazing considering how obvious the phony names are. We must assume that it was white people who are at fault.
And it was white boy comedian Patton Oswalt who upped the ante by tweeting that the spokesperson who issued the eventual apology was none other than Wi So Solly, which led to a damning article on insensitivity at Salon.com. And now Asiana is suing KTVU for airing the gaffe, stating that it demeaned their Ho Li Fukked Up business. They’ll need the money to pay for the stream of lawsuits coming their way.
As a member of the lily-white haole honky cracker oppressors, I am constantly berated by my politically correct brothers and sisters for airing these kind of complaints. I should accept that I am racist by birth and beg for forgiveness. Never mind that these are the same people who don’t have a problem slandering anyone from any race who considers themselves conservative. Calling a black person Uncle Tom isn’t racism, it’s just politics. How about Rolling Stone magazine’s muckracking reporter Matt Taibbi declaring that the best way to shut up Asian-American commentator Michelle Malkin would be to stuff a pair of balls in her mouth? (And we’re not talking about tennis balls.) Ha ha! Now that’s comedy!
If we’re going to have a conversation, let’s admit that we’re all racists to some degree. There’s a line from a movie, the name of which I don’t recall right now, that’s stuck with me for many years: Americans either feel too much or they feel nothing at all. Dealing with that problem could be a good starting point.