Herzl
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I always resented that my parents didn't teach me about racism. America is a melting pot that has taken pride not only in that fact, but also in the distinguishing of people by their 'race,' consider the one drop rule brought forward to now. It is taught and ingrained into our culture and society to see the person as part of a 'race.'
My first lessons in 'race' were in high school. I was impressed that while I set the curve I got a grade less, my best friend, who was white would score 92 and get an A+ and with a 96, the best I could do was a B+. While I had a documented extremely high IQ, my drafting teacher said I had no mechanical ability. While I played multiple instruments, including piano, and knew musical theory, another good friend who I was coaching, a fair but not even a particularly good player, also white, was chosen as student bandleader over me. For some reason.
When a situation arises that I feel is unjust, these and other memories cross my mind, every time.
On the other hand, had I not gone to a 'Black' school, another of my great ideas, I might not know for a fact that mean and petty people of any 'race' will find a way to do whatever damage they can to people they have decided they don't like, for any or no cause. I've been disliked as intently for being intelligent and articulate as I ever was for not being white, for not being Black, or for my religion. By all sorts of people. My sixth grade school teacher told me that if I could stop using so many 'big words,' and learn some tact, I'd do better in life. I still have no tact. Go figure.
My father was always trying to help some 'disadvantaged' denizen. This, while they were laughing at him behind his back. He had an expression, 'never feed a pothound (talking about stray dogs), you'll never get rid of it.' At the same time, feeding human pothounds was something he insisted on doing, regardless of any costs to his own family. When I heard about the deriding 'Hymietown' statement, I recalled ultimate payments of blood and life for all human justice by my 'race,' for their 'race.' He was feeding human and later real pothounds to the end. I haven't been as faithful to this memory of him as he'd have hoped: If conservatism weren't so bound up with racism, the sound they made as they shoved us into the ovens, I might be one.
Racism is an infectious disease. If you've lived in a place like Oklahoma, you know that everyone is at best in recovery. One day at a time. One person at a time. Moment to moment. Racism is like the dust in the air. You may not see it until you look at its accumulation. On all sides. Everywhere.
I'm reminded of professor John Forbes Nash Jr. with schizophrenia from 'A Beautiful Mind' transposed. I have a lifetime of learning not to judge people by their race. The thought may cross my mind that racism or anti-Semitism is involved in a conflict or what I perceive as an injustice, but I have over time developed the ability to decide to set that thought aside and use my intelligent mind, my super-ego rather than my id in looking at the situation. My uneducated guess is that the esteemed professor Gates' id overtook his rational mind, and the ghosts of George Brewer, Mrs. Blackburn, Gerald Lawless, and Mr. Beuby, overwhelmed his good reason. For some reason.
We all need to try to take that chip off our shoulder, of wounds easily opened at a moments lack of notice. And, failing that, recognize that it is there and try not to let it control our actions.
My first lessons in 'race' were in high school. I was impressed that while I set the curve I got a grade less, my best friend, who was white would score 92 and get an A+ and with a 96, the best I could do was a B+. While I had a documented extremely high IQ, my drafting teacher said I had no mechanical ability. While I played multiple instruments, including piano, and knew musical theory, another good friend who I was coaching, a fair but not even a particularly good player, also white, was chosen as student bandleader over me. For some reason.
When a situation arises that I feel is unjust, these and other memories cross my mind, every time.
On the other hand, had I not gone to a 'Black' school, another of my great ideas, I might not know for a fact that mean and petty people of any 'race' will find a way to do whatever damage they can to people they have decided they don't like, for any or no cause. I've been disliked as intently for being intelligent and articulate as I ever was for not being white, for not being Black, or for my religion. By all sorts of people. My sixth grade school teacher told me that if I could stop using so many 'big words,' and learn some tact, I'd do better in life. I still have no tact. Go figure.
My father was always trying to help some 'disadvantaged' denizen. This, while they were laughing at him behind his back. He had an expression, 'never feed a pothound (talking about stray dogs), you'll never get rid of it.' At the same time, feeding human pothounds was something he insisted on doing, regardless of any costs to his own family. When I heard about the deriding 'Hymietown' statement, I recalled ultimate payments of blood and life for all human justice by my 'race,' for their 'race.' He was feeding human and later real pothounds to the end. I haven't been as faithful to this memory of him as he'd have hoped: If conservatism weren't so bound up with racism, the sound they made as they shoved us into the ovens, I might be one.
Racism is an infectious disease. If you've lived in a place like Oklahoma, you know that everyone is at best in recovery. One day at a time. One person at a time. Moment to moment. Racism is like the dust in the air. You may not see it until you look at its accumulation. On all sides. Everywhere.
I'm reminded of professor John Forbes Nash Jr. with schizophrenia from 'A Beautiful Mind' transposed. I have a lifetime of learning not to judge people by their race. The thought may cross my mind that racism or anti-Semitism is involved in a conflict or what I perceive as an injustice, but I have over time developed the ability to decide to set that thought aside and use my intelligent mind, my super-ego rather than my id in looking at the situation. My uneducated guess is that the esteemed professor Gates' id overtook his rational mind, and the ghosts of George Brewer, Mrs. Blackburn, Gerald Lawless, and Mr. Beuby, overwhelmed his good reason. For some reason.
We all need to try to take that chip off our shoulder, of wounds easily opened at a moments lack of notice. And, failing that, recognize that it is there and try not to let it control our actions.