Hate Then And Now
by Miki Saxon
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Fortunately, the folks with whom I usually spend it are out of town. I say ‘fortunately’, because in my current mood I would be hard-pressed to cover my true feelings.
While the narrowest definition of “my world” keeps chugging along, with nothing causing woe, my full world is, as the saying goes, going to hell in a hand-basket.
Or, more accurately, on a well-greased slide made of hate.
I understand hate up close and personal, as opposed to an intellectual or conversational concept.
Over the years I’ve built up layers of armor starting around age 5
So it’s difficult to believe I was naïve enough to agree with a friend, whose email detailing the problems inherent in political correctness became a post in 2015.
Being a black man, I prefer a racist that’s honest about who he is and what he is. I prefer working for such a person because I know what to expect. I presume it would be the same for you as a woman regarding sexists. These days no one is a racist, we just have “unconscious biases” that prevent us from taking unpopular positions and that ensure that the powerful can continue to exclude the less powerful.
Politically correct environments rob me of information, choice, and the ability to navigate astutely to attain my objectives.
What a difference two years and one election makes.
Kevin no longer wonders who is a racist — it’s very obvious.
And I get to end my life amidst the same hate I grew up with.
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More technical problems made this post very late. My apologies.
Be sure to ready Ryan’s post tomorrow; he’s far more upbeat than I.
Have a wonderful turkey day and I’ll see you all Friday.
Image credit: Purple Slog
