I have been assessing my readers. I like them. What I would call really decent people. Although I won’t quote Will Rogers here, there are few people I have met in my life, with which I can’t at least find some common ground. The human experience is like that. It doesn’t really matter what version they are…there are some basic “core” programs that sync with each other…little organic computers, that we are.
I watched a film, “Until When…” and it got me thinking as I felt the pain and also laughed along with the subjects in it.
My second “wife” was a Black woman. And unless she has contracted some horribly disfiguring disease that has turned her into a Caucasian…I would have to assume that she still is. I put the word wife in quotes because although we had the license and had lived together quite some time, we didn’t get a chance to stand before anyone declaring our undying love publicly. Some pretty nasty things kept us from finally walking down the aisle. I think you can imagine what flavor those things were.
Those couple years together taught me more about people than I had learned in the score before them. People can hold opinions instilled in them by the media, and their upbringing that do them some serious harm. Decent people. People you can depend on. People that can also shape-shift into aliens right in front of you…for reasons that you can’t even fathom. Nor can they if the truth be known.
My best friend for a long time as a kid, was(here we go again) a Mexican. That also caused some problems. I liked Reuben for many reasons…but chief among these, was his ability to do the Tarzan call even better than Johnny Weissmuller.
But that’s as may be. The point I guess I am trying to make, is not to lecture about the benefits of multiculturalism…although there are many…but to address those that will not allow themselves to “see” humans operating with a version other than their particular “bigot: 2.0” program. And where they get such notions.
I still harbor some bitterness about the breakup of that multiracial relationship that ended mainly because of pressures from a racially prejudiced world…yes. But it is a bit deeper than that. That experience taught me to hate. Not people…but hate itself. The same hate that pours into your living room, pumped out by the tribe that seems to have an endless supply. If you were to tax all that malevolence gushing out of the minds of the jewish through their media…you could bankrupt them in a day.
But anyway, up there at the beginning of this rainy-day post, I said something about never having met anyone with which I couldn’t find a common bond. A shared human experience that made us relax and be ourselves…at least for a few moments. I tell a lie.
Even though I will usually do all in my power to find that commonality in any human, if it isn’t written on their face for all to see…I find myself recently abandoning that policy when it comes to members of the “tribe”. That bothers me. Like any self-respecting bigot(is there such a thing?) however, there is a twinge of guilt when I opt out of conversations with these people, saying to myself that I already know them, what they are going to say, how they feel about this or that…you know…real prejudice. And I blame them. Well the leaders of their cult anyway. That’s the easy way out. All of us bigots know that. We merely go into group-think mode and ascribe all sorts of horrible things to anyone representing a group, in our minds. This is how bigotry works. We are almost always the good guy. Anyone belonging to a group that has hurt us, or we believe that can somehow, is the bad guy. I suppose that comes from some cave-man DNA and has to do with avoiding poisonous plants or snakes or some such stuff. I dunno.
Before a Mr. Cohen can tell me that he abhors israhell and everything that his family lineage has ever accomplished, I find myself classifying him as the enemy. More often than not, I am correct…but I sometimes, in my most humble moments, allow for the possibility that I could be wrong about some things. But that is rare.
That also is the way we bigots think. Condemn first. Once bitten, twice shy. I get it. You get it. But I try to be smarter than those instructions that guided my great-great-great grandfather Og…or what ever his name was.
But this isn’t about race. This struggle with bigotry that I have with myself constantly. It is about pre-judgement of people. People are people. The waitress that learned to hate “niggers”, so wouldn’t wait on us in that restaurant, isn’t processing any less intelligent thought patterns than I do when I shun a Shapiro or a Goldstein. Her parents may have had a bad experience with a Black person at some point, depriving her then of the joy of meeting another human with which she may be delighted. That’s the way prejudice works. That is the bond that the tribe wishes to preclude by their Islamophobia and their black exploitation media, and so on and so on.
So am I any better than that particular waitress? No. And that is the point of this whole thing. The only difference is that I struggle with myself over this…she may not.
I harbor a prejudice toward the jewish. I demand that guilt must be dis-proven first. Because I see them as the prime movers of such prejudice, my guilt is less than it could be. Less than if I judged by skin color or race. But I still struggle. They as a cult and a force understand and feed this guilt in me. Which is why this cult…this syndicate, will constantly waffle on this issue of jewish “race” or “culture”. But I have overcome this designer guilt of theirs. I don’t lynch people because of some cult they belong to…but I will demand that they not adhere to such a group’s philosophy before I look for that common ground between us. The human-affirming one. Not the one that produces the prejudice with which I have struggled.