Time For Whites To Wake Up

[Rahul]

One time when I was starting college there was an event where student bodies set up tables to try and get new members. I was wandering around from table to table and I walk up to one and start looking at the literature. I realized that it was a fraternity for hispanics. I glance up at the people standing behind it, 4 hispanic guys, and they are glaring at me like I had insulted their mothers. I was shocked at the loathing in their eyes.

Why were they directing those hateful looks at me? They don't know me. I haven't done anything to them. Oh...

They hate me because I'm white.

One time in the military I was sitting in our berthing in a packed room full of people watching a movie. These three black guys are sitting there having a very loud conversation while everyone was trying to watch the movie. Eventually I got tired of it and said, "Hey guys, we're trying to watch this. Can you keep it down?"

You know what they did? One of the black guys started insulting me and mocking me with a stereotypical white nerd voice. I mean just incredibly insulting. The other black guys were laughing their asses off. Almost everyone else in that room was white. Did anyone say anything in my defense?

Fuck no they didn't. They studiously ignored it. I couldn't even retaliate in kind. You know why? Because I would have gone up on charges, put on restriction, had my pay docked, reduced in rank.

Because the military has "zero" tolerance about racism. But those black guys could be racist to me? And none of the other people have the balls to do anything?

Fuck no they didn't. Because they would have fucked themselves.

That's what our society has conditioned us with.

Here read this racist ass shit:

When I was ten, my mother made me read Roots cover to cover, and she’d coax me to curl up beside her to watch old newsreels of black civil rights protesters being hosed, beaten, and dragged off to prison. We watched Norman Lear sitcoms, so I’d learn from Archie Bunker and crew what blacks had faced in the past. Later, she made sure I read accounts of black America before the civil rights movement. I learned of black lawyers working as office clerks, black classical musicians stuck orchestrating cheap stage revues, brilliant black professors trapped in threadbare segregated colleges; I read of the Scottsboro Boys, Emmett Till, and the assassination of Martin Luther King.

Such things filled me with horror—but then with relief, even triumph. After all, wasn’t the point of All in the Family that Archie was powerless in the face of his daughter and son-in-law’s racially progressive positions? Didn’t his black neighbors have the moral upper hand—and wasn’t it they, not Archie, who got to move to the Upper East Side? By my twenties, in the 1990s, I felt grateful and excited to live in times of bracing progress for my race.

Yet during the decade I came to realize that this feeling made me odd man out among most black Americans. In every race-related debate—whether over Rodney King, O. J. Simpson, the Million Man March, Ebonics, or affirmative action—almost every black person I knew, many with backgrounds as comfortable as my own, started from the fierce conviction that, decades after the Civil Rights Act, whitey’s foot remains pressed upon all black Americans’ necks. For most black Americans, the rapid increase of the black middle class, of interracial relationships and marriages, and of blacks in prestigious positions has no bearing on the real state of black America. Further, they believe, whites’ inability to grasp the unmistakable reality of oppression is itself proof of racism, while blacks who question that reality are self-deluded.

Doubtless some black leaders mouth the ideology of victimhood for political advantage: “Confrontation works,” as Al Sharpton has calculatingly observed. But most rank-and-file exponents of the “racism forever” worldview really mean it. Their conviction rests on seven articles of faith, carefully passed from person to person at all levels of the black community. These beliefs, rather than what remains of racism itself, are the biggest obstacle to further black progress in today’s America. And all are either outright myths or severe distortions of truth.

http://www.city-journal.org/html/11_1_wh...lacks.html