I went out to eat with a bunch of guys. The (black) waitress handed me a tab to pay and I asked, "whats this?" She said, "Its your tab." I dont have a tab. One of the guys said, all white people look alike!
I finished my working career, teaching 6 1/2 years at Clemson University and limited my classes to 16 students, and each one of them had a name card on their desk...how the fuck was I to be expected to remember that many names?
I am 61 years old. And while most of my significant mental faculties have stayed relatively solid, things like always remember people's names, without having to stop and think a bit, or which aisle I parked in at a store, sometimes cause me to stumble a bit. So I have learned to stop and look where I park, at the exact aisle, and the place on the building where I have to walk out from to hit where I park my car. But to mistake two students names, even if it were two black students, is simply a mental mistake, or misfire, and hopefully not a racial bias or out and out bigotry. Then again, certain people like to blame everything on racism, in order to justify the liberals attempts to try and bring about things like reparations, if not financially, then through policy. I was born white, in a mostly white town, which only had about 800 people in it's 1 square mile. We did have 2-3 black families, and a much larger number of hispanic/latino families. And to be honest, in all of my life up to the age of 30, when I moved, I don't recall any racial issues of any type. There might have been some, I just never heard of them. I played sports with several friends of different races, and we were always friends. In football, I blocked and took the shot so that our Mexican-American halfback, who ran like the wind, didn't have to, but could just run. The bitch of it was, the next year, he changed schools and we had to play against him, and he was hard to tackle, if you didn't get him directly, since he was so fast. But after the game, I spent a few minutes talking with him, asking how he was doing, etc. His family was from Texas, and were migrant workers, so they moved to a different city, in order to make more money from the crops they picked. But the entire family was very good people, who worked harder than many I have known. And I learned from my very youth to not judge people based on their skin color. Not to cut them down, nor to give them extra points, no matter their color.
I went out to eat with a bunch of guys. The (black) waitress handed me a tab to pay and I asked, "whats this?" She said, "Its your tab." I dont have a tab. One of the guys said, all white people look alike!
ReplyDeleteThat is so god damned stupid. Hurt their lil ol feelings eh? We have raised a bunch of freakin pussy retards.
ReplyDeletethis is a generation of entitled man-child monsters with a giant chip on their shoulders.
ReplyDeletenever apologize. never back down. that bowing-and-scraping is precisely what the race huxsters want. the only response should be: "get over it."
Well, I'm doomed.
ReplyDeleteI mix up students names all the time... white, black, aryab, asian. I'm just forgetful.
-Just A Chemist
I finished my working career, teaching 6 1/2 years at Clemson University and limited my classes to 16 students, and each one of them had a name card on their desk...how the fuck was I to be expected to remember that many names?
ReplyDeleteI am 61 years old. And while most of my significant mental faculties have stayed relatively solid, things like always remember people's names, without having to stop and think a bit, or which aisle I parked in at a store, sometimes cause me to stumble a bit. So I have learned to stop and look where I park, at the exact aisle, and the place on the building where I have to walk out from to hit where I park my car.
ReplyDeleteBut to mistake two students names, even if it were two black students, is simply a mental mistake, or misfire, and hopefully not a racial bias or out and out bigotry. Then again, certain people like to blame everything on racism, in order to justify the liberals attempts to try and bring about things like reparations, if not financially, then through policy.
I was born white, in a mostly white town, which only had about 800 people in it's 1 square mile. We did have 2-3 black families, and a much larger number of hispanic/latino families. And to be honest, in all of my life up to the age of 30, when I moved, I don't recall any racial issues of any type. There might have been some, I just never heard of them. I played sports with several friends of different races, and we were always friends. In football, I blocked and took the shot so that our Mexican-American halfback, who ran like the wind, didn't have to, but could just run.
The bitch of it was, the next year, he changed schools and we had to play against him, and he was hard to tackle, if you didn't get him directly, since he was so fast. But after the game, I spent a few minutes talking with him, asking how he was doing, etc. His family was from Texas, and were migrant workers, so they moved to a different city, in order to make more money from the crops they picked. But the entire family was very good people, who worked harder than many I have known. And I learned from my very youth to not judge people based on their skin color. Not to cut them down, nor to give them extra points, no matter their color.