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I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this article.
One of these days before I die, I hope to see a shift in the attitudes of so many of my black brothers and sisters in this great country we share, from perpetual victimhood, to pride in their achievements on the road from slave to American citizen.

Remember Ronald Reagan’s story about the kid who had to shovel a huge pile of manure? He went about it with such joy he was asked why and said, “With all that manure, there’s got to be a pony in there somewhere.”

The pony hidden in slavery is the fact that it was the ticket to America for black people. I have long urged blacks to consider their presence here as the work of God, who wanted to bring them to this raw, new country and used slavery to achieve it. A harsh life, to be sure, but many immigrants suffered hardships and indignations as indentured servants. Their descendants rose above it. You don’t hear them bemoaning their forebears’ life the way some blacks can’t rise above the fact theirs were slaves.

This would be asinine and offensive even if the writer were black. But...LOOK AT HER! She's, like, the whitest white middle aged woman ever! She looks whiter than me, and I'm a pasty Mick. Good sweet Jesus.

Link from Shakespeare's Sister.


Mar. 15th, 2006 05:53 am (UTC)
I suggest we find the author, drag her and her entire family off in chains, shove them along with several thousands like her in the stinking airless decks of a clipper ship, and dump them on a foreign shore where people whose language she doesn't know can separate her from her family and sell her.

A few years later, we'll visit her with a stack of Bibles and a copy of her essay and ask her if there's anything she'd like to...change.


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