Francis on “white privilege.”
To be born white in the U.S.A. is to inherit a six-digit share of a $20 trillion debt you had no part in borrowing or spending. Your parents, should you be lucky enough to have any, might look upon you as a blessing, but they must also accept the immense burdens and hazards that will accompany your upbringing and maturation: on average, about $1 million for you and each of your siblings until age twenty-one.
From the instant of your birth, you’re a number in a system designed to tax and control you. Government busybodies will use you as an excuse to intrude into your family’s most intimate operations. Neighborhood busybodies supposedly determined to “keep you safe” will help them. “Educators” with little interest in actual education will propagandize you about a wide variety of “issues.” This will be in support of your share of white guilt: your responsibility for crimes committed by others long dead and not even remotely related to you. Yet those “educators” will deny you answers to many of your questions. You’ll have to look elsewhere for honest information about history and economics. That condition will last all the way through college, should you be inclined toward a “higher” education. Dare to mention in class that before the Civil War there were both white and black slaveholders and white and black slaves, or that the institution of slavery is still rampant among nonwhites in Africa and the Middle East, and you’ll be mobbed or worse.
Should you reach your maturity determined to be a decent and productive citizen, you’ll be penalized for the color of your skin. White people aren’t entitled to anything, you see; only blacks are entitled. The Equal Employment Opportunity Commission isn’t concerned with whether you can get work, only with whether your black competitor can. In any head to head contest with a black employment applicant, your qualifications will weigh less heavily in your favor than the color of his skin will weigh in his. A company determined to hire you rather than him will need to watch its “employment statistics” closely, lest it give the EEOC an excuse to impose “supervision” on it.
But you’re white, which means no excuses for anything. You’ll find work, and you’ll labor diligently at it. And on paycheck day, the list of deductions from your supposed salary will remind you of just what the State thinks of you: a resource to be mulcted, in large measure for the support of nonwhite idlers and their bastards. Seven out of every ten black babies born today are illegitimate – born out of wedlock. Child support from the father? Not unless the father is an NBA power forward. But to note that fact in public would put you at extreme hazard.
Still, you’ll soldier on. You’re white; it’s expected of you. As the bumper stickers say, millions on welfare depend on you, so you can’t be allowed to slack off. It would be a crime against society and a betrayal of your “white privilege:” the privilege of being blamed for others’ sins while simultaneously having to pay for them.
Read every word of it. If you aren’t damned angry already, I guarantee you will be soon enough. I repeat once more: if fourteen percent of the population really thinks they want some kind of race war…well, they need to be careful what they wish for, that’s all. Damned careful.
On the other hand, here’s something worth remembering too: I saw a local news story here right after the Charlottesville dustup about a fellow with a pressure washing business who had offered to go and clean up defaced Confederate monuments for free. He had already been contacted by officials someplace in Alabama who wished to take advantage of his offer, and was preparing to make the trip and do the job. He was cheerful, personable, and intelligent; he stated in the story, which unfortunately I can’t find a link to now, that if we destroy our past, we won’t properly understand our present, and will likely have no future. He was and is perfectly right about that. He came across as a thoroughly decent and thoughtful fellow, one who wasn’t being stampeded by any hype or hysteria but was capable of making up his own mind about a completely unnecessary controversy manufactured by people with ill intent and a hidden agenda.
He was also black, as I’m sure you guessed already.
I believe I mentioned once before here my friend Travis, who lives in an almost entirely black neighborhood. This is by no means any kind of ghetto; these are decent, hard-working, middle class folks who keep their homes and their yards neat and orderly. It’s quiet and peaceful there; the kids are often out playing in the street of an evening, but not at any 3 AM they ain’t. Not on a school night, particularly.
I had a long conversation one night with his next-door neighbor about Trump and how the Democrat Socialists had almost completely destroyed the black middle class, and how they’d done it on purpose. He was a solid Trump guy, and expressed disgust for the Democrats and what they’ve done to the black family—fostering dependence, treating black people like helpless children on the way to locking them as Democrat voters forever, making them permanent wards of the State (LBJ: “I’ll have those niggers voting Democrat for the next 200 years“).
At one point, I told him he must be just about the loneliest guy in town because of those views. He snorted and said, “You’d be surprised, buddy. Everybody in this neighborhood feels the same way I do.” I told him how damned happy it made me to hear that, we shook hands, and I headed on home feeling pretty good about the whole discussion.
The moral of the story, which I swear to you is true: no matter how hard the liberal-fascists try to divide us, there’s still some hope out there. They aren’t having their own way with us entirely—not just yet, they ain’t. The same rules apply that always have, really, and the first one is and always will be this: THEY LIE.
Don’t you believe them.