I like controversy. I like to stir things up. That’s why I’m directing you to a column I read occasionally, Fred on Everything. How many of you will admit reading Fred’s columns? Raise your hands high.
An excerpt from his latest (about the black cartoon character with the big white lips):
Blacks are not making themselves friends in this part of the world. (More correctly, American blacks are not. Hispanic blacks behave normally, speak Spanish instead of Hisbonics, and seem to be pretty good people.) The Mexican reaction, certainly as I find it among people I know, and in the media, is one of annoyance, or something stronger than annoyance. “What business do American blacks have telling us what stamps we can issue? Who the hell do they think they are?â€Good question….This brings me to my belief that the intense racial discord that quietly underlies American life is largely the product of the policies of special privilege and lack of responsibility. As I’ve said before, when I was twenty I believed that policy should be determined without regard to race, creed, color, sex, or national origin. I was called the merest liberal and perhaps a dangerous communist. Now, forty years later, I believe that policy should be determined without regard to race, creed, color, sex, or national origin. This makes me a racist, a racist being one who does not believe that blacks should automatically get everything they want.
Woo! I heard that, Fred, and I agree. Critics can’t call me a racist, though. Instead, they call me a “self-hater” because I believe that policy should be determined without regard to race, creed, color, sex, or national origin.
Update (6:41 p.m.): Do I know how to pick a topic, or what? So far this post has generated 63 comments, mostly from the same people having an intense and hopefully polite discussion. I’m finished working for the day, just signed on some cool new clients, and I’m ready to get wild!
Stay tuned for more controversy…
