Some People Do Not Understand What A Racist Is
You know, sometimes you go to Facebook, you talk with your friends, you know, all the ones left that still have a vaguely healthy hate for pretty much everything. You hope that people will understand that you are pissed off all the time. You know that deep inside, you are one of the nicest people you know.
But every now and then, you run into someone so fucking stupid that you cannot let it go and you want to punch them in the fucking face if the world was just and it was allowable to quarantine stupid people.
I’m not going to name this person. I’m way too classy for that. I’ll just describe the scenario.
I’m on Facebook, just like everyone, this fucking cancer of a goddamn “social website” where you find out that everyone sucks worse than you do, and it makes you feel real good inside. If you could save them from their ignorance, you would. But some people, some people don’t understand ANYTHING about anything. They spend their days, twiddling away at Facebook, sharing their poopies and playing in it. These people have children, and they’re going to make the world even worse than it is.
You were the smartest person in your entire high school and no one bothered to tell you. Not one person bothered. None. No one. That’s a hard thing to get a grasp on; no one wants to admit that they are the center of the universe, at least anyone with any fucking sense or the humility of knowing full well that you are. It’s a big responsibility, and one we should all take care not to abuse. Every day I realize that my child could be John F. Kennedy and his brother could be Robert. Tiny kings live in my house. My wife Jessica is the queen of humanity and there is NO ONE COOLER, not even me. She lives next to me, playing solitaire. I play with her gently. She has NO idea what a perfect being she is, that’s the neat part. I’m a dead man walking. I’m nothing but a stranger in a strange land. I don’t think I will bother putting the kids through the mess of “making something of themselves”. That’s for people who aren’t fully made. Duh. I will give them everything I have until I fucking expire and become part of the Nothing, or the Something That Does Something Else. I will give anybody anything. I want everyone to be happy.
Some people don’t believe you, though. They seem to think that they are a-ok, with the sensibilities that are prim and proper. This is called Having Half An Education. This is called Being Too Spoiled To Know Anything Worth Knowing. That’s all I’m going to say. Ain’t much more to say. But I was called a racist by this person.
I find that interesting. Everyone who knows me knows I am not a racist. Everyone who knows me knows that despite how I act outwardly, I happen to love everybody down to the most underprivileged. I’m poor, god-damn it, why would I act otherwise? I want to hug and enrich the life of the saddest, because that’s what you’re supposed to do in life, there’s nothing worth doing except that. Each of us have unlimited potential to do good, or to do evil. Racism should be at the bottom of the list of things to do in anyone’s life, and that is certainly true in my own. I have flirted with the idea in my dumb days. Everyone has thought something bad about someone else, it doesn’t have to be racist. If you are any kind of human being, you say to yourself “What was I thinking back then?” and then you move on. Even Malcolm X in his darkest moments hated whitey so much that he would have liked to kill him, much like the Nat Turner that Bill Styron imagined.
But at 38, I’m seeing some things that would make Jesus throw up in politics. And when Allen West said that Julian Assange should be “censored” or whatever the fuck he said, I said to my friends on Facebook that he was an “Oreo”. Why? Because I tend to think when you are a member of an oppressed minority, you do not, you do not go around oppressing other people by taking their freedom to speak.
That was when someone flew out of nowhere, who I thought was a nice person, and said I was a racist.
I asked to myself; has this person finally managed to piss me off so much that I wish they would get hit by a car? That can’t be right. Bad thought. I have only wished that people would hurt when they hurt others. This person hurt me more than I have ever hurt in my life. I have never been called such a monstrous thing, after all I have seen, after Iraq, after all the history I have consumed trying to understand the human condition- I, Racist. I would rather you call me a loser piece of shit with no value to humanity whatsoever because that person would be right, but only in a sense. I am of incalculable value to my family, that much I do know in this life. What I do not know is where anyone gets off telling anyone that they are a hater of millions of people because I call out one black man who doesn’t much care for the First Amendment and mock him as someone who is completely out of touch with his history as an oppressed minority, someone who was acting like a white asshole.
This is NOT racism. Racism is when you think that the color of your skin decides whether or not you are better than someone else. I’m calling Allen West an Oreo; I will not back down from that. It’s a name, it’s a lot nicer than “Fuckhead”. But that’s all it is. I said something about his behavior, not his essential being.
Welp, unless you know me, you can go die, and die violently. That sounds juvenile, but really, it’s common sense. You have judged me inferior, much like the white has judged the black for so long. That makes you a fairly shitty person.
But I know why, so I’m cool with it. This person is obviously a mid/upper class twit with a sheltered life who thinks they’re doing the work of the Lord and has all the gods on their side. But that’s not true now, is it?
Your money and your power turns me sick and sour, you hollow, unfulfilled, bitter person, and I delight in the misery that your life probably is. However, as I’ve stated, people can change, and that is why blacks have not killed every goddamned white person they have seen in the past 200 years or obviously more, because they have learned two things: mercy and justice. If an entire race can forgive another race for a holocaust, then I can certainly give a thoughtless, haughty creep like the one I am describing a pass as well.
I say again: racism is when you fucking think you are better by way of the color of their skin. That’s all there is, there is nothing more to the definition, it is not rubbery at all. It is NOT, you fucking idiots, NOT merely referring to the color of someones’ skin while you criticize their bad behavior against other humans. Skin is beautiful because it is skin and it does not matter what color it is-it’s a fundamental part of your humanness and to denigrate it is a sacrilege. You hate behavior, not skin. Everyone should know this, but they don’t.
So if any of you would like to step up to the plate and defend your shitty opinions on whether or not I’m a racist, go ahead-but be forewarned the shit you get from me will haunt you forever, much like I am now haunted by the idea that someone thinks I am a racist. And that ain’t because it’s true. It’s because it hurt. Bad.
You should have your breath taken, you horrid thing. Never call someone a racist unless he’s fucking being one.