Endless conflict, endless debate. I never understood it, never will.
This is not a rant here, but it will tend to ramble a bit. Please bear with me.
I report on medical safety issues and there's always this wonderful slot (pick one) for race. Your choices: black, white, hispanic, native american, asian, other.
It's fucking meaningless. Asian comprises Sri Lankans and Koreans. What the fuck does that mean? I'll bet the Mohawks had the same genetic predispositions as the Kiowa, better put down NA. Hispanic is a good one, too. That combines the Quechua with the Basques.
I was born in Satan's own Mississippi, I'm a generic mixed white of Northern European descent. Nominally Scots-Irish, which is just shorthand for all my ancestors getting kicked out of everywhere else. Every time I see a headline with Mississippi in it, my parathyroids go schizo and I think hoo-boy, here we go again.
I've probably lived around, talked with, played football, worked and cussed with a lot more black folk than many have ever seen. And let's not forget Oakland CA in the mid 60's while my dad was in the Navy. I was a minority there, still remember the names of the kids in my classes. Richard Brown, black and 4-eyed to boot shared my horror of maths. We were tied for the world record lowest grades, having concluded that ALL the solutions to all the number problems were zero. Could have something to do with New Math, but I just think we were just late starters.
Interlude: If you want a rundown on New Math, go to this link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXx2VVSWDMoNow, wishing Richard Brown all the best, Mark Bell, too (sort of a proto-Michael Jordan), he had no problems with the math PLUS was the only one to climb that stupid fucking rope hand over hand without landing on the gym floor in a 3-week coma like the rest of us, black, white and latino.
I live in Yurp now and when I go to the United Snakes I always try to find Southern food to bring home. In Philadelphia, the only place I could find grits was in an Ethnic Outlet. My steely blue eyes and 3 pounds of grits may have appeared incongruent to the Unethnic, but the sultry stares at the checkout did not deter me.
Latinos getting hassled and even killed in Long Island? Now I understand why my Hispanic wife insisted on dropping the Hispanic second surname on my Latino kids' US passports. If you're going USA, go WASP, and my last name is as waspy as it gets. It was hard to explain this to our young folk, I think they have been raised well in NOT accepting racism, judgement over other religions and much more. They also know that dear old dad is the only immigrant foreigner in the family, and the only ex-protestant. When I stood by the side of my kids for their first communion and a wafer was dipped in wine for me, I have had to whisper on three separate occasions "no puedo". They were cool about it, just a discreet nod and next please.
The Rude Pundit was far too kind to the shitbirds on Long Island. I'm guessing that the Pundit's reserve was understandable in a way, though, since these racist incidents appear anecdotal, and time will tell whether they are indicative of a wider trend.
Sort of like the occasional burning cross or casual lynching in the South. Isolated incidents, surely. But hey you, where there's a racial or ethnic roast, there'll be no shortage of shitbird fucking asshole mutherfuckers to turn the spit.
So more rudeness please. Racism may be ubiquitous, from the Rockies to the deep blue sea. All the more reason to get rude.
I know this is just a rambling monologue here. I count on you, Your Rudeness, for the true righteous rant. You're really good at it.