(August 27, 2015 at 11:05 am)Exian Wrote:Your grandpa sounds quote human because that's what humans do. We put people in groups according to their most salient characteristics, whether it's race or gender or political affiliation or religion or hair color or whatever. Yet, the most salient characteristic is not always the deciding factor when we meet them face to face.(August 27, 2015 at 2:53 am)Thena323 Wrote: You know what blacks really have an unfortunate history of? Not receiving the the dignity of been seen as anything other than as part collective, hive mind of some sort. It robs people of their individuality and humanity to the way you constantly reference 'Black people' the way some of you assholes do. As if black people are a single clump of dirt. If that's you feel, fuck you.
You hit the nail on the head here Thena. I was always confused about my grandpa saying horrible things about "black people", and yet he is always the first person to either strike up a conversation or help anyone, even if he just met them. Not walking the talk, thankfully. Then, and this was just the other day, I realized that "black people" is just an idea that he has compartmentalized away from any actual black individual he has met. He has all of this evidence to the contrary, and still has this negative idea of "black people", and he's somehow able to keep his experience and his idea separate.
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.