These are not my opinions, they are the opinions of the Kaleel Jamison Consulting Group and the National Museum of African American History and Culture, who paid for the consultation and published the document.
-
Features
Discrimination -- the reality
- Thread starter Loren Pechtel
- Start date
- Status
Except my gender identity, naturally.
Politesse
Lux Aeterna
- Joined
- Feb 27, 2018
- Messages
- 12,233
- Location
- Chochenyo Territory, US
- Gender
- nonbinary
- Basic Beliefs
- Jedi Wayseeker
It doesn't mean that it isn't, either. Jesus, you waste time pretending to be dumb... I know you know what an assumption is, you aren't pulling a fast one here.
Last edited:
ot?
It. I dropped out at 9th grade level and I know that was meant to be it.
T.G.G. Moogly
Traditional Atheist
Though I commend your sentiment my thought is, "Dream on MacDuff."
There are persons who are afraid of losing their privilege. They are afraid that giving the same opportunity to others will take away their advantage. They are really afraid. Also, they don't see others as equals and have no empathy. We need good enforceable laws for sure and that's the best we can do.
So... I'm an idiot for not guessing that and asking politely?
laughing dog
Contributor
You readily jump to all sorts of ridiculous conclusions, so what was stopping you in that instance?
Toni
Contributor
- Joined
- Aug 10, 2011
- Messages
- 19,857
- Basic Beliefs
- Peace on Earth, goodwill towards all
A few things.
One is this quote by LBJ
The other is the lyrics to this song, often played on Country Western radio stations (i.e. the home I grew up in) when I was a kid in the 70's, made popular by Roy Clark and Johnny Cash:
I Never Picked Cotton Lyrics
I never picked cotton
But my mother did and my brother did
And my sister did and my daddy died young
Workin' in the coal mine
When I was just a baby too little for a cotton sack
I played in the dirt while the others worked till they couldn't straighten their backs
And I made myself a promise when I was big enough to run
That I'd never stay a single day in that Oklahoma sun
And I never picked cotton
But my mother did and my brother did
And my sister did and my daddy died young
Workin' in the coal mine
Folks said I grew up early and in the farm that couldn't hold me then
So I stole ten bucks and a pickup truck and I never went back again
And it was fast cars and whiskey long haired girls and fun
I had everything that money could bring and I took it all with a gun
But I never picked cotton
But my mother did and my brother did
And my sister did and my daddy died young
Workin' in the coal mine
It was Saturday night in Memphis when a redneck grabbed my shirt
And when he said go back in your cotton sack I let 'im dyin' in the dirt
They'd take me in the mornin' to the gallows just outside
And in the time I've got there ain't a hullava lot that I can look back on with pride
But I never picked cotton
But my mother did and my brother did
And my sister did and my daddy died young
Workin' in the coal mine
This sentiment was extremely true of the people of my father's generation, who grew up poor and struggling during the Great Depression. Just about every single thing in the world was working against them. Except the color of their skin. Why else would they work so hard to preserve the color line?
It started changing with the Civil Rights Movement and the Boomers who grew up during that time and who raised the next generation, and they the next. Almost none of my parents' generation remove and we Boomers are on our way out.
Vestiges remain of those of us and our descendants who believe that we earned what we have through a lot of hard work and sacrifice. And we did. We just tend to not see how rules were written to make it easier for us and easier for us to not see the invisible hands that smoothed our way, and to call that the hard work of our parents and grandparents. And to ignore that the rules were written to disadvantage those who did not have the good sense to be born with white skin. Or Asian, for the more modern among us.
To be extremely honest, what I think is changing things more and more quickly than anything else is when our kids and grandkids have children with people who do not have the same level of European ancestry as we do. It takes a lot more to look down on your grandchildren than it does to look down on that family who moved in around the corner.
Trump and his spawned followers: they are the dying gasp of white supremacy.
One is this quote by LBJ
The other is the lyrics to this song, often played on Country Western radio stations (i.e. the home I grew up in) when I was a kid in the 70's, made popular by Roy Clark and Johnny Cash:
I Never Picked Cotton Lyrics
I never picked cotton
But my mother did and my brother did
And my sister did and my daddy died young
Workin' in the coal mine
When I was just a baby too little for a cotton sack
I played in the dirt while the others worked till they couldn't straighten their backs
And I made myself a promise when I was big enough to run
That I'd never stay a single day in that Oklahoma sun
And I never picked cotton
But my mother did and my brother did
And my sister did and my daddy died young
Workin' in the coal mine
Folks said I grew up early and in the farm that couldn't hold me then
So I stole ten bucks and a pickup truck and I never went back again
And it was fast cars and whiskey long haired girls and fun
I had everything that money could bring and I took it all with a gun
But I never picked cotton
But my mother did and my brother did
And my sister did and my daddy died young
Workin' in the coal mine
It was Saturday night in Memphis when a redneck grabbed my shirt
And when he said go back in your cotton sack I let 'im dyin' in the dirt
They'd take me in the mornin' to the gallows just outside
And in the time I've got there ain't a hullava lot that I can look back on with pride
But I never picked cotton
But my mother did and my brother did
And my sister did and my daddy died young
Workin' in the coal mine
This sentiment was extremely true of the people of my father's generation, who grew up poor and struggling during the Great Depression. Just about every single thing in the world was working against them. Except the color of their skin. Why else would they work so hard to preserve the color line?
It started changing with the Civil Rights Movement and the Boomers who grew up during that time and who raised the next generation, and they the next. Almost none of my parents' generation remove and we Boomers are on our way out.
Vestiges remain of those of us and our descendants who believe that we earned what we have through a lot of hard work and sacrifice. And we did. We just tend to not see how rules were written to make it easier for us and easier for us to not see the invisible hands that smoothed our way, and to call that the hard work of our parents and grandparents. And to ignore that the rules were written to disadvantage those who did not have the good sense to be born with white skin. Or Asian, for the more modern among us.
To be extremely honest, what I think is changing things more and more quickly than anything else is when our kids and grandkids have children with people who do not have the same level of European ancestry as we do. It takes a lot more to look down on your grandchildren than it does to look down on that family who moved in around the corner.
Trump and his spawned followers: they are the dying gasp of white supremacy.
If the shoe fits.
That was unnecessarily nasty.
Tell me, laughing dog, what kind of ridiculous interpretation of ot would have satisfied you?
Can't say I've ever seen anyone post inner speech before. It's either that or you're not familiar with the idiom.
T.G.G. Moogly
Traditional Atheist
It's only too bad it won't be the end of tribal and ethnic supremacy everywhere. When my wife's mother visited us in Alabama she was truly shocked to see our kids playing with black children and us not caring. That may be part of the reason for resentment that still lingers when we damn yankees move in. But I can't really blame my MIL, she was dumb as an onion when it came to those things, just a product of her upbringing and her environment.
I know what 'if the shoe fits' means. I wanted to point out how unnecessarily nasty your original comment was. Of course, laughing dog 'liked' it, because he's laughing dog. And then, because that nastiness wasn't enough, he made another off topic post just to mock me.
I don't consider 9th graders idiots if that's what you're insinuating. Honestly I overall try to find things to agree with you on, It's not my fault you don't make it easy.
laughing dog
Contributor
Before I answer your question, you should answer mine.
laughing dog
Contributor
Please stop slandering me with your baseless accusations. Oh yeah, that's your MO.
Jimmy Higgins
Contributor
- Joined
- Jan 31, 2001
- Messages
- 44,252
- Basic Beliefs
- Calvinistic Atheist
As petty as that sounds, it really hits the target.
Metaphor is willing to deny people who feel and grown up being a certain identity in their mind, refuses to believe it. And will presume any number of things about it. Doesn't want to ask or be part of a discussion with anyone with this state of mind.
But, Metaphor won't make the leap and asks about what "ot" means?
I'm befuddled. Why doesn't Metaphor ask people who are gender fluid or some off baseline gender identity? Why is it that hard to give a fuck about these people as actual people, instead of demanding those people adhere to what Metaphor says shall be. I mean gawd damn it... if leeches were acceptable enough for medicine hundreds of years ago... leeches be just as acceptable now.
TomC
Bless Your Heart!
- Joined
- Oct 1, 2020
- Messages
- 9,136
- Location
- Midwestern USA
- Gender
- Faggot
- Basic Beliefs
- Agnostic deist
- Status