America Is Racist!
When Americans talked about issues of race back in the Sixties, they often excused their racism by arguing that they were not racialist, which is to say: believers that race really does set us apart. But, racialist beliefs are impossible to prove, and as long as there are men like Thurgood Marshall and Barack Obama in this world, they will continue to be. Very few would subscribe to being racialists, now or then.
But to be a “racist” is different. It is to practice racism, which is to use race as a basis for decision making and agenda setting; whether personal, social, or governmental. Often, racism is either flatly illegal, or is used as a justification for criminality. Racialism excludes, but racism segregates. Racialism is a personal decision. Racism is political. Racialism serves no practical purpose. Racism, in the hands of a demagogue, can control the fates of nations and the lives of millions.
We elected an African American President because we are not racialist. We rendered him powerless because we are racist. Why then, do we as Americans want race to be the central issue of our public life (Unless you are non-white)?
What does this all boil down to? We aren’t racial, and we’re sick to death of racism. We’ve had it with politicians and their fabrications about race, and racism. In short: we aren’t racist, but they are – these politicians who use racism to get power and money, but don’t have a moral or ethical bone in their bodies. The don’t care about race. They use race when they can work it to their advantage. They don’t care about women’s rights (yes, even if they are women), or health. They have proven that.
Governments are contractual agreements. We have certain rights and responsibilities, so does our elected government. If we fail in our responsibilities, we are punished. If they fail, they fire their press agent and try again – with a slightly different spin. Or retire to the U.S. Virgin Islands on a private island. And, if they got caught with both hands in the cookie jar, they find a friendly judge, of course from a “good” family, and they skate.
We have learned one thing over the last four years – where we stand.