Danny:
First and foremost … stay safe. We had a (by comparison)
mini-riot back in '01. I was at a Cincinnati Reds baseball game the night it started. I'd had a few too many beers at the game, wandered down the wrong street and ended up in a place I should not have been. The riot was mostly about race. Most of the rioters were black. I was white (still am, actually!). Trying to work your way out of a riot is never easy, but trying to do that when you're drunk and tend to stick out like a sore thumb is just ridiculous. So, if I can offer any advice, don't do what I did.
Seriously, though. Stay safe. And keep that baseball bat handy at all times. Even when you're not facing down rioters, it doubles as a negotiation-enhancement device in business meetings.
Good to see you here. Hope you're feeling better than you were - you seem to be your usual mixture of funny and insightful, so I hope that's a good sign I'm doing well. Not 100%, but these things take time, I hear. Luckily, the doctor prescribed a mountain of pain pills and valium so I'm set for a while. I could become an addict if I wanted to, but that sounds exhausting.
Is it wrong that I imagine you saying this in an Inigo Montoya voice?Not at all. Jen bought me
this for Christmas. I wear it to conventions. It confuses the (*heck*) out of everyone.
Re: parents teaching their children to hate gay people.I get what you're saying. The state is responsible for these kids (until someone adopts them, of course) so the state gets to decide the criteria by which they judge potential caregivers. I can agree with that, even if I disagree with the criteria.
Maybe I need to read more about the issue, because at first blush my thoughts are that the state isn't exactly discriminating and that calling the couple's approach "hate" is a bit strong. Both the state and the couple appear to want to help foster kids find happy homes and that's to be commended, despite disagreements about sexuality.
I think it's also worth noting that the only interview question we know about was "would you tell a small child that a homosexual relationship is okay" (or something to that effect). The spectrum of potential answers could have ranged from "No. Gay people are sick and will burn in hell for their lasciviousness!" to "My wife/husband and I disagree with it and we plan to teach our children accordingly" to "We prefer to let our kids make up their own minds. Except with Lady Gaga. We disdain cheap, Madonna rip-offs" to "My wife/husband and I are both each other's beards. So yes…it's okay with us!"
I could be wrong, but my guess is there was more to the questioning than what was presented in the article. I find it hard to believe the state would deny an otherwise exemplary foster home on the basis of that one question.
Had I been asked the question, I would have said. "No. I don't plan to discuss issues of sexuality – at least, issues as complicated as homosexuality versus heterosexuality - with ‘small children.' By the time my kids are old enough to discuss it, I plan to tell them what I believe, ask them what they believe, and allow them to think for themselves. If one of my kids is gay, I will love him. He will still be a major part of my life."
Then I will say, "If either of my sons ends up a Yankees fan, he's off to military school. That just goes without saying. Everyone knows that."
Re: racial discrimination..
However, we would be fooling ourselves if we even entertained the thought that the vast majority of racial discrimination doesn't flow in precisely the opposite direction.Right. That's what I meant by the little girl slapping Hulk Hogan comment.
And when the mere mention of any of these symptoms of racism in society is dismissed by most as "playing the race card"I wouldn't say "most." I would say "loudest" and "most idiotic."
"Far too many," yes. "Most," no. I have no data to back this up. It's just my perspective.
I agree that our pasts do not justify bad behaviour, but they should also not be ignored or dismissed. This idea of a "post-racial society" just white-washes the past and shuts down important discussion about the inequalities in healthcare, job opportunities and law enforcement which still exist because our society is still institutionally racist, much though we who are classified as White might wish to pretend that it isn't. And if we can't talk about them then we can't fix them. I used to work with a young woman named Suzanne. You'd like her. She used to say things like "I'm not a militant feminist even though I am a feminist, and I am militant." Suzanne used to go running in and around the neighborhood where we went to school. One day, she was out running and this guy comes up next to her. They chatted for a while, which was a common thing for college kids to do.
After a half mile or so of jogging, the guy – a large, white man – casually says, "So what's a nigger like you doing out this late, anyway?" He was immediately joined by two other large, white men. Suzanne ran faster, but they kept pace, shouting insults and epithets. One of them put a hand on her.
This story could have ended badly. For most women, it would have. But these guys didn't know Suzanne. The first day I met Suzanne, she said she had taken "a few" martial arts classes.
"What kind?" I said.
"This kind," she said, and before I knew it was on the ground with her knee in my face. Suzanne is just a hair over five feet tall and maybe 100 pounds soaking wet. I am three times her size.
"A few, huh?" I said.
So the guy puts his hand on her and, as was the case with me, all three of them were immediately taken down; only this time with extra attention (and pain) paid to the area between their legs. Before they had time to groan, she was off and running. They had no hope of catching her. Aside from being an accomplished martial artist, Suzanne is also a marathon runner.
I told you you'd like her.
I agree with you. The idea of a post-racial society is laughable. The things you mentioned – inequalities in healthcare, employment, law enforcement, etc – I completely agree with. That's the main thing. That's the most important thing. That should be first and foremost on our radar.
But there's more to the story than that.
Suzanne started dating this guy that worked with us. His name was Mike. Mike is a dumpy white guy. He's incredibly smart (currently working on his second PhD) but when you first meet him, you expect him to hand you a joint, pull out a bag of potato chips and start talking about
Burning Man. It was a strange relationship, but they worked well together.
Suzanne took Mike home for Christmas and it didn't go well. Her family was polite, but they disapproved of her dating anyone that wasn't black. They didn't hate white people, they told her. They just don't want to see her mixed in with
one of them. "Think of the kids you'd have," they told her. These were the same people who whispered insults of "Uncle Tom" when Suzanne took her high school valedictorian award and went off to college; the same people who said she was "acting white" when she was accepted for a masters program; the same people who washed their hands of her when she moved to Australia to study for a PhD in Zoology.
You see this kind of thing all over the place. A Vietnamese friend of mine got pregnant right out of high school and her family was more upset that the father was a white man than they were that she had to drop out of school, live at home and work at WalMart to raise her daughter. My high school had a large Jewish population and a whole bunch of my friends had pressure to marry "a good Jewish boy/girl." My sister dated a black man when she was in college and though my parents never said anything to her about it, the idea never sat well with them. The guy she dated was a basketball player. He's in the N.B.A. now, making millions. She totally missed out.
When my old roommate got married, his wife's grandma asked him what nationality he is. "German and Irish," he said.
"Oh good," she said. "I was worried you were maybe Greek or Italian because of how you look. I thought maybe you were a mullato. But that's okay. You're good stock."
I understand why this woman (and my parents and my grandparents and a lot of the older generations from where I grew up) are the way they are. When my parent's generation was young, "separate but equal" was the norm. When my grandparents were kids, black people were something less than human.
The world changed around them and it's a hard thing to accept. I understand that.
I understand it, but I don't excuse it. I don't think that understanding someone's past gives us reason to excuse their current actions if those actions are wrong.
I get the differences. Any discrimination white people experience isn't in same ballpark as other groups. To quote Samuel L. Jackson from Pulp Fiction, "It ain't the same league. It ain't even the same ****** sport." If I am denied a job because I'm white (which, to my knowledge, has never happened), I can most likely walk next door and get a better job whereas a black guy is much more likely to get denied again and again. He might even be arrested on the way to the job interview for a BBIP violation (BBIP = Being Black In Public).
Discrimination does exist, though. It exists in every group, in every race, with all people, everywhere. Its only when one group of people gets power over another that there's the potential for systemic oppression.
Shawn was the best man at my wedding. He has a 5 year old son named Brandon. For a few years, Shawn and his wife left Brandon with his grandma while the two of them worked. One day, Brandon came home, complaining about the boy who lived next door. This kid apparently got on Brandon's nerves.
"That's just what those people are like," Brandon said.
"What do you mean … ‘those people?'" Shawn said.
Brandon meant to disparage all people of the same color as the boy who lived next door to his grandma. Shawn and his wife have had several serious conversations with their son, who is now in first grade, but he insists that ‘those people' are still all bad. Because his grandma said so.
Does it really matter what color Shawn's family is?
Take care buddyYou too, man.