Things That Don’t Phase Me

Being called a racist by socialist bastard.  If Fidel Castro is making the argument, it is officially dead. Also, I’m all for opposing any kind of change that Fidel Castro considers positive.

President Barack Obama is trying to make positive changes in the United States, but is being fought at every turn by right-wingers who hate him because he is black, former Cuban leader Fidel Castro said on Tuesday.

So says the guy that turned Cuba into a socialist hell hole.  You don’t see a lot of Floridians trying to make their cars sea worthy so they can get to Cuba.

I’m actually kind of tickled that so many “journalists” in main stream media can’t see the irony of making the unfounded, far-reaching, stereotypical pronouncement about a group of people that are different from them.  Apparently we are incapable of judging the current administration by the content of their legislation. And what does it mean that when they look out at a tea party crowd they just see white people?

I tried being racist once, but I’m such a mutt that I’d just have to hate myself.

Race in the Media Updated

So everyone is talking about the man that carried a scary black rifle to the Dear Reader event in Arizona.  Sebastian has a great round-up of reactions.  Personally, I’m of 2 minds on this one.  On the one hand, if the press keeps reporting on all of these people carrying scary guns in public and no violence occurs, we gain ground in the image battle.  On the other hand, the last thing we want to do is get people excited about pushing gun control.  We have to be careful when pushing the fence sitters.  They may fall on the wrong side of the fence.  Don’t assume that I am saying we shouldn’t push, we should just be careful about how we do it.

And hey, I’d love the overwhelming reaction to the man with a gun stories to be something along the lines of, “And?  So what.”  It’s not the presence of a gun that causes crime; it’s the presence of a criminal.

But  found something else very interesting, the same press that is dislocating their arms patting themselves on the back for electing the first black president, didn’t mention the race of the gun-toting citizen in Arizona.  In fact, I was discussing this very story with my husband last night and he had not yet heard that it was a black man.  I find that an interesting omission when those of us opposed to Dear Reader and his intentions are painted as racists.

AP Photo

I suppose the race card only comes out of the deck when it supports the narrative.  And judging from the gun on his belt, he’s also a lefty.

It is interesting where the media does and does not feel that a person’s race is notable.  It’s almost like they want us to believe that all minorities march lock-step on the left side of the aisle.  It’s notable that our black president nominated a Hispanic woman to the Supreme Court.  Not notable when one of the ‘racists’ that is demonstrating in opposition to Dear Reader just so happens to be black.  Gotcha.

Update:  Sailorcurt noticed too

Breda too.

I’ll keep adding links as I see more posts

Traction Control

Sebastian

Tam

Sister Toldjah

Hot Air

Ace Complete with contact information for NBC.  Nice.

Says Uncle

Lissa

Stop the ACLU

War on Guns

Right Wing Nut House

Moonbattery

MSNBC’s actions are reprehensible.  They cut their footage to make it fit the racist narrative.  It’s blatant spin.  No, it’s worse than spin.  They didn’t spin it; they faked it.

Old media is officially dead.  The stink of the reanimated rotting corpse of journalism has reached the break point.

Dear Reader’s Affirmative Action Pick

I would hope that a wise Latina woman with the richness of her experience would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasn’t lived that life.

Yeah, you’ve heard that. Sonia Sotomayor said it at Berkeley.  Yes, she’s racist.  Newsflash kiddies, people that aren’t white can be racist too. I have to wonder how heavy her heart will sit if and when she takes this oath.

Each justice or judge of the United States shall take the following oath or affirmation before performing the duties of his office: “I, XXX XXX, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will administer justice without respect to persons, and do equal right to the poor and to the rich, and that I will faithfully and impartially discharge and perform all the duties incumbent upon me as XXX under the Constitution and laws of the United States. So help me God.”

She’s a flaming liberal that doesn’t possess the depth of knowledge needed for the position she has been nominated.  And even though the White House press secretary warns us to “be careful” in describing her, calling her such is completely warranted.

She ignored what could have been a definitive case on the application of affirmative action. She dismissed a suit filed by 18 white firefighters with only a paragraph of reasoning.

We affirm, for the reasons stated in the thorough, thoughtful, and well-reasoned opinion
of the court below. Ricci v. DeStefano, 2006 U.S. Dist. LEXIS 73277, 2006 WL 2828419 (D.
Conn., Sept. 28, 2006). In this case, the Civil Service Board found itself in the unfortunate
position of having no good alternatives. We are not unsympathetic to the plaintiffs’ expression
of frustration. Mr. Ricci, for example, who is dyslexic, made intensive efforts that appear to have
resulted in his scoring highly on one of the exams, only to have it invalidated. But it simply does
not follow that he has a viable Title VII claim. To the contrary, because the Board, in refusing to
validate the exams, was simply trying to fulfill its obligations under Title VII when confronted
with test results that had a disproportionate racial impact, its actions were protected.

A test was given to the firefighters to determine which of them would receive a promotion.  This was deemed fair by the fire department in order to give it to the most qualified, regardless of race.  At least, it was fair until they saw that it was the white males that excelled at the test.  Oops!  So they threw out the test so they can lower the standards.  Forget rewarding hard work!

This is exactly the kind of damage that affirmative action does.  The intent was to prevent people from being discriminated against due to the color of their skin.  Instead, it does exactly that.  Affirmative Action just chooses which skin colors will be advantaged and disadvantaged.  By lowering the standards for a group of people, you lower the quality of work of all.

Why should I jump for the high bar when I get the same number of points for hopping the low one?  If at the top of 1000 steps there is a man that will give you 1000 gold bars, would you climb the steps?  What if there was an elevator?  Or, as in the case of affirmative action, what if someone was standing only 100 steps up that was breaking the knees of those that were coming back from the top so they could give the gold bars to someone underprivileged?  Where then is the incentive to climb to the top?  Would you study night and day with audio recordings to overcome a reading disability?

But apparently non-white skin means more to Sotomayor than diligence and hard work.  But she is not a surprise pick from Dear Reader, the affirmative action president.  She’s also being nominated to fill the seat of Souter, another liberal justice.  If confirmed, she will not change the balance of the court.

In the end, it’s a wash.  Is her nomination just a sign of things to come?  Maybe.  I find it interesting though that he chose someone so definitely liberal, so absolutely chosen out of identity politics for his first pick.  Is he thinking that Congress may not be so willing to bend to his will at his next opportunity?  Maybe he thinks the red/blue balance will be different after the next Congressional election.  2010 is not that far away, and the next justice likely to step down (Ruth Bader Ginsburg) is another of the left side of the political spectrum.

Perspectives on Race

In my living room, I was discussing this post with a friend.  She just so happens to have an incredibly similar pedigree to my own.  She also tends to see things from a different angle and so is always a pleasure to bounce ideas off of.  She’s also a good enough of a good friend to call me out when I’m full of shit.  I return the favor on a regular basis.  Friend is not really the right term.  She’s one of a select group of girlfirends that I think of as sisters.  She’s the only one that anyone would actually believe is a blood relation.  (Funny enough, that includes my 2 half-sisters that I actually do share DNA with.) Another of these emotional sisters doesn’t write a blog, so I can’t link her.  She knows though.

Back to my point.  I know, I over-share.  I’m unapologetic.

We were talking about the post and the complications of race in society.  She pointed out, very correctly, that our mutt heritage gives us a rather unique perspective.  There has never been an ethnic group that I’ve ever really been part of.  I wasn’t ever considered ‘white.’  I spent many weekends in my childhood going to Filipino parties, but that wasn’t the niche either.  Even though they welcomed me as just more family, just like my blond-haired, blue-eyed mother.  Filipinos are like that, you share a meal and you are family.  And yes, that plays into my views on racial differences as well.

At these parties, when we’d had enough lumpia and attempted to decipher enough Tag-a-log, another half-breed, her blood cousins (also half-breeds), and I would retreat to some back room where we would play cards and talk about boys.  And there, we belonged.  We had a kinship because we didn’t fit anywhere else.  We weren’t white, black, hispanic, or even asian.  We couldn’t fully claim the pacific islander heritage being celebrated in the rest of the house (and yard, and in the yards of tolerant neighbors).  The funny thing was, that we assumed that all the kids felt the same way, no matter their ethnicity.  These divisions were something of our parents’ generation.  I’m sure the fact that our parents didn’t care about the skin color of a person shaped that view, but we certainly wouldn’t have given them credit for such a progressive view at the time.

So we would play cards and laugh at the adults with their silly ideas.  We’d complain about the younger brother and gossip about classmates.  I’ve since learned that even our gossip was different.  We never saw race as anything beyond a physical description.  I could say that so-and-so was black in the same way I would say that someone else was blond.  Maybe that’s some level of coping mechanism from being one of a very few more exotic members of a very heavily white high school. Off the top of my head, I can think of 5 non-white members of my graduating class.  There may have been 10 to 15 out of 5 or 6 hundred.  I can’t be more exact because I really honestly never defined anyone that way.  The 5 I can think of off the top of my head are those that I ever had a conversation with about it.  One being a fellow card player.

This has absolutely shaped my current views on race relations.  It has always shocked me that people were stopped my something so superficial as skin color from having a conversation.  The first time I learned that the reason my very dear blond friend couldn’t spend the night was because her mother had terrible fears about ‘those people’ I was shocked.  I’d known her since I was two years old.  My childhood solution to the problem was that we would just have overnights at her house.  Now I know that solution probably frightened her mother but also did her a lot of good in the end.   It’s difficult to use some aesthetic judgement on someone at your breakfast table.

Maybe this is why I believe that racism really boils down to a very simple solution.  Maybe I’m naive to think that it’s hard to use superficial lines when you break bread with someone.  But I don’t think so.

Maybe my friend and I are ahead of the curve since we had to learn to be a part of both every group and belong to none.  Because we’ve been both unfairly judged and unusually accepted into various ethnic groups, we’re a little off-kilter in our perception.  Or maybe we’ve just got a window into a world that most people are blind to.

When Martin Luther King dreamt that his children would be judged not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character, he didn’t mean that they would receive favor based on their ethnicity.  He meant that they could break bread with a peer and be seen as people.  He meant that the pigmentation of their skin meant nothing more than the blond hair of the girl in Algebra class.  I don’t think he ever intended for us to forget the rich cultures that we came from.  I can continue to make too much lumpia and call family those that I love whether we are related by blood or not just as my Filipino ancestors have done before me.  I can take pride in the crazy Celts of my husband’s lineage that drove out the Romans.  Or my own German grandfather that served in the US army and kept watch over POW camps in WWII.

Racial differences are something that we as a society have made far too complicated.  Our differences are many, but they are nothing compared to the things we have in common.  There are racists on every side of the argument.  The race baiters like Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson do nothing to further what they claim to be their mission.  Every day, regular people with different backgrounds can sit down across the table from each other and learn that aren’t really so different.  This is what made the movie Gran Torino so great.   They didn’t need any special counselors or priveledges to reach a genuine relationship.  They broke bread together.  It’s hard to use some aesthetic judgement against someone across your breakfast table.