Racist Babies
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 41 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
The madness accelerates as the world takes little notice.
On Sunday after Mass I was relaxing with some gardening chores in the yard. Yes, that’s restful and enjoyable for me. In the adjacent yard of a home owned by a single black lady were her two boys with other neighborhood boys – maybe 7 white, black and Asian Indian kids in total – all playing together. Ages ranged from 5 to 10. They always refer to me as Mr Paul, and for the record, I’m the only white boy in my household, my family being Filipino with skin as dark as any African American. Normally kids know nothing of race unless parents tell them.
A few days earlier our neighborhood captain (well, he thinks he’s our captain and that’s ok) got really angry when a white boy from an adjacent neighborhood came over in his scooter, shouting racist epithets at the aforementioned black kids (obviously he wasn’t a part of the group playing in the yard on Sunday). I told our captain that that is a parenting problem. He subsequently went to find the parent’s home. Good for him. That’s why I don’t care if he wants to be neighborhood captain.
Frack racism all to hell. Real Americans aren’t racist, whether black, white or Asian. And if a kid acts racist, look to the parents.
Perhaps the best way to handle this insanity is to give the perps more rope that which to …..
-because sooner (I hope) or later all people are going to be very sick of this.
More Shocking News Form The World Of Science. Two plus Two Equals White Privilege.
It’s crazy out there and getting more crazier each and every day. .
There is no more “science” in this than there were in the rantings of Gobineau. Clever, wicked men can manufacture “reasons” out of straw.
People are already sick of it. Sick of being lectured to. Sick of being made to feel their own judgements should take a back seat to the PC trend of the day. This is creating problems where there aren’t any. Children want to play with children who they have things in common with. And so what. I agree and it is think it is fair to say that if a child does display truly racist expressions, then it is definitely something they have learnt from their parent or carer. And true racism goes both ways.
There was a brief time in the mid to late 90’s where it looked like we might finally be past the race riots, and where education and entertainment endorsed the idea that we should move beyond seeing skin color. A good example of the last hurrah of this attitude would be the South Park episode “Chef Goes Nanners” where Chef gets made at the main characters for not finding an image of black man being lynched by white men offensive, only for the end of the episode to reveal that the boys only saw “a person being hanged by people” and completely missed the racial overtones and that Chef was actually the racist one for thinking that the boys were racist merely because they were white.
After that point the narrative quickly shifted and it became more and more explicit that not treating people differently because of their race was racist, and that white people really are racist simply for being white.
“ There was a brief time in the mid to late 90’s where it looked like we might finally be past the race riots, and where education and entertainment endorsed the idea that we should move beyond seeing skin color…”
Yes, but the Democratic Party had other ideas.
Much of this nonsense is driven by a small group that seeks political gain by trying to set groups against each to divide and conquer for political gain. Perhaps one day all working people regardless of race will have in common a revulsion for those who consider themselves our ruling class.
I see the Southern tradition of engaging in polite conversation with strangers is still common. However, I have also noticed that conversations between strangers of different races occurs more now than any other time in my life.
My interactions with sane people of different races will not change except perhaps for me to seek more polite dialogue with others. The best strategy to fight back against this divide and conquer nonsense is to seek more respectful and polite interpersonal dialogue between all of our individual citizens. Perhaps time like this is why wise men engraved “ E Pluribus Unum” on coins.
Utter nonsense. No child is even aware of the existence of different races until adults teach him about it. I remember when trying to work out which one of her group of friends my 7 year old was talking about, I asked, “is she the Chinese girl?” She replied “I don’t know. How can you tell?”
She replied “I don’t know. How can you tell?”
Quite right. During slavery it was noted how small black and white kids would naturally play together, given the chance.
No child is even aware of the existence of different races until adults teach him about it.
No, they’re aware of it. It requires adults to put a label on it. Everyone’s different and every situation’s different, but you grow up in integrated circumstances, you learn it yourself every day. Helping the young learn courtesy and forbearance is another thing adults do.
Again, this is just gross scapegoating of whites-in-general (working-class whites especially) by karens with MEd degrees. SHUT. THE. TEACHERS’.COLLEGES. DOWN.
Kids notice different. Based off of what they already know.
It maps poorly to “race,” unless they’re brow-beaten– I mean, “helpfully informed” of how staring at red or purple or green hair is fine, but staring at chocolate hair shows you’re hateful.
For an example, I have an uncle who is bald, has an excellent beard, and does a lot of photoshoots with kids. (Mostly Santa.)
It is common for young kids to see him without a hat and start screaming. He describes it as, to them, his head being upside down.
Or the first time our eldest met someone that didn’t wear glasses, when I only calmed her by taking off my glasses and putting them back on several times so she could see I was still mommy, so the strange no-glasses-person became acceptable. (That started a very “interesting” couple of months where she yanked the glasses off of anyone who held her.)