well, what have we here? michael jackson plays the race card. umm. hello? even if we accepted the ‘skin condition’ as the reason he’s turned whiter than my ass, the plastic surgery to erase any trace of ethnicity from his features pretty much excludes him from claiming discrimination based on race. michael, honey, you’re in a minority of your own making. freak.
i found the jackson story while i was browsing local news websites for this story about a black teenager, who was a passenger in a car that was pulled over for traffic violations. he allegedly ‘resisted’ and was pinned down by five cops. after he was handcuffed, he was picked up bodily by the collar and by his cuffed wrists, slammed on the back of a police car, and beaten some more. fortunately, there is videotape. a young black man today has a much greater chance of getting pulled over based on ‘fitting the profile’ and being beaten for ‘resisting’, than he has of being discriminated against by record companies. record companies screw everybody, it’s equal opportunity.
the jackson story was all over the news sites — front page stuff. the other story, well, i had to do some digging.
and, ironically enough, when i was viewing the jackson story linked above, there was a banner ad in the top of the page: join the LAPD!
In my opinion, it’s not possible for a white person to experience racism
Uhmmm… a white kid growing up in a largely black and hispanic neighborhood can enjoy the full experience of being treated differently, hated, beaten, and wanting to be killed beacuse of the colour of his skin for most of his life.
You’ll have to take my word on that one, Dru.
I feel like I’m in an episode of The Real World.
Kevin: You’re a racist.
Becky: racist?!
Kevin: You are.
Becky: How am I a racist, Kevin?
Kevin: Race plus power equals racism. Think about it.
Becky: What power do I have, Kevin?
Kevin: If you and I go in for a job, whose going to get it?
Becky: I don’t know.
Kevin: You are.
Becky: You don’t know that.
Kevin: Right.
oh, exactly! heh. i knew it had kind of a familiar feel to it.
i’m struggling with the temptation to continue this discussion. Jason just pinged this post with his own about his concerns for his sister, who asks ‘are they rich? and what race are they?’ of everyone. and Dru has posted about a half dozen or so heated posts in which she expounds on the theory that all white people, including herself, are racists.
then again, i may just keep posting about sandwiches and goats and online tests. i don’t know. i’ve been thinking about kittens lately too.
Gasp! Kiitens!
For true?
My parents quiz me about everyone I meet – “what do they do for a living? what do their parents do? where are they from?” – and it freaks them out that I do not ask these questions, but may have known the person for months or years – I’m just not focused on everyone’s jobs as an extention on their personality. In fact my mother was the one who noted that she only saw 2 white people in the apt complex I lived in in Alabama when she first visited – but honest to god, I hadn’t noticed. And no, it’s not that I’m this great color blind person – I just hadn’t noticed. I also tend not to notice that I sometimes wear socks that don’t match (the color was right, but they weren’t mates, and yes, I have friends that notice this stuff).
I have no idea what this means. Just babblin.
yes. i want a kitten. i could try and catch one of the feral babies living under the nuns house next door, or, i could go to a kitten rescue place.
see, i sort of inherited my cat, and he doesn’t really like me that much. he likes chris, but then they seem to relate as man-animals.
i want a little girl-kitten. one that will like me. that may be unrealistic, but, it’s what i want.