I knew about Indians by 3 and 1/2 to 4 years of age from cowboy movies. Grandma said when we were older we could fight Indians if we wanted but we had to wait. Later, year 5, we played Cowboy and Indians with the neighborhood kids. Sometimes there were ‘Real Indians’ and most of the time not. Among us White Kids, we all new the Whites win so we all played proper. Some of the Indian Kids however, well, some of them didn’t seem to know the rules so if they won and weren’t willing to admit defeat there was likely to be a real squabble.
Until year 7 I didn’t even know Black People existed. That was a seminal year for my racial training. I learned lots of jokes that year. A few were racist even though I didn’t know it at the time. Example:
Black Boy: My daddy just got a new Cadillac and when he honks the horn it goes ‘Honky, Honky, Honky.
White Boy: Oh yeah, MY daddy just bought a new chainsaw and IT goes RUN nigger nigger nigger, RUN nigger nigger nigger RUN nigger nigger nigger.
You know…. and a few other of such caliber.
That year was the first time I had ever been robbed. We were in Denver for something having to do with my dad’s work so I was shipped off by the company with the other kids to do ‘activities’ and while there, a small group of Blacks surrounded me in a tight circle and robbed me straight. Took my pants off, went through the pockets and threw them back at me while 2 of them held be by the throat against the wall. They left, I dressed and went about my day feeling sorry for myself. It still didn’t occur to me to think of it as racial, I just assumed that was the way Big City Folk were.
Come year 8 we had a new kid coming to our school. Our teacher had a big announcement. Something similar to the following: “OK children, listen up. We have a new boy coming into 2nd grade.” (3rd was my grade. It was a 2 room school house with grades 1-4 in one room and grades 5-8 in another room) “Now I want you to know that he is a bit different. He is a BLACK boy and he comes from MILLS.” Almost a whisper: “And you all know how THOSE people are.” We all nodded in agreement.
“Here’s the thing children, None of us want him here but the Conference says that it is the LAW that we have to accept him but that if he breaks the rules we can get him kicked out. So here’s what we want you to do. You all know how Black People say bad words and bad words aren’t allowed here at OUR school so if any of you hear him say any bad words you need to come tell me right away so we can get him expelled.” Again, we all nodded in reverent agreement.
David Howard was his name. He was my best friend for 2 years. We fought as many as 3 times during any given recess. Sudden anger, fists flying, friends again. No one got hurt cause we were to little to hurt each other. Also, we never got in trouble because fighting in the school yard was pretty normal. Boys will be boys, the saying used to go.
I learned a lot about who I’m supposed to hate that wasn’t linked to any kind of racial stuff but I’m trying to keep it clean here so I won’t mention how pedophiles from other churches were the Bad Ones. The ones from OUR church were driven by love of JESUS but they were just having a weakness and need prayers.
Looking back, I was so innocent. Steve Chavez was a Mexican half breed in high school and I thought he was a hero and I used to follow him around. I used to watch him pop zits in the mirror and wished I had zits to pop. I didn’t know at the time that I was supposed to hate Mexicans.
At 16 I ran away and went to a little town in South East Colorado and learned a lot more about that. Everywhere I went kids were telling me “Dude you can’t just talk to the Mexicans like that. They hate Whites and you’re gonna get stabbed or shot.” Well, they were mostly wrong although I do have a scar in my lower back from a pair of scissors being lodged there but it wasn’t because someone hated Whites. It was because they hated me personally.
Age 16: still not racist. Dad kept warning me and telling me stories about being in the Marines and how the Blacks seemed to like attacking Whites with knives and such.
Junior year of high school saw me off to a big government school. I got the low down. “We don’t tolerate racism here.” was the official statement. It basically worked out that if a Black hit you, you’d better NOT hit him back. If you hit a Black, you are going to jail.
They had a ‘first come, first serve’ policy at the cafeteria. However, if you were at the front of the line the Blacks would saunter past you to the front. If you said anything, YOU were racist.
Shit got real. It was at this school that I accidentally started my first Race Riot. When it happened I had no idea. As I got older, (into my 40’s) it became perfectly clear how it happened. Beginners luck I recon. I could do it now in 2 minutes or less in most cities in the country.
We had about equal Blacks and Whites, a fair amount of Indians – mostly Sioux, and a light mix of Cambodian and Vietnamese. Probably a few Mexicans but none come to mind.
The Indians, well, ALL of us were alive at the time of the AIM (the American Indian Movement). It happened just a few miles north of the school. The ones in my school however were mostly city Indians so there really was no racial tension that I was aware of. My best friend at the time was Sioux from Lincoln, Nebraska. The first time I saw Scott at this school was a few weeks in and I hollered “Hey Tonto!” I was happy so see him as I had met him a few years earlier. Again, I had NO IDEA that Tonto was a racist thing. I found out real quick.
The Vietnamese, I don’t know. I was friends with one and familiar with another. I liked them even though Chuck Norris movies made it pretty clear that THEY were the bad guys. God! I can’t remember his name but most kids called him Gook, this guy, he taught me ALL about sex. He was a bit older, probably 21 or 22. He had special allowances because of refugee status and was married. He missed his wife and kid and couldn’t shut up about how much he likes eating pussy. “I’d rather eat it than fuck it.” he’d say.
The Mexicans. Never had issue with Mexicans other than that big sexy bottom that follow most Mexican women. That’s racist as HELL! But still….. Those Mexican ladies got it goin’ on! I tried to hate Mexicans but dammit, it just didn’t take. Maybe in my next life.
I learned a LOT about the differences between the Black and White during those formative years.
In this order. 1) How much they cuss and 2) How big their dicks are.
Any Whites worried about the size of their dick that went to MY school is gonna need therapy.
That’s when I understood the Big Dick jokes:
Three men peeing off a bridge:
Chinese: That water long way away.
White guy: Yeah and it’s cold.
Black guy: Yeah, and it’s deep too!
For you Kennedy intellectual types that think big dicks on a Black is a stereotype, well… maybe it is a stereotype but it’s true too. Fuckers are huge. There were a few girls I was sweet on but they were all wrapped up in taboo relationships that has now morphed into a specialized fetish. “You’re cute but you ain’t got what I need.” I’ve forgotten her name but can still see her in my mind. I eventually gave up on her. She likes the darkies.
Huge amount of Reverse Racism in the army. Pissed me off for a few years but it didn’t hold.
The socialized version of racism has gotten to the point that if a White folk doesn’t drop to his knees every time a Black (or lesbian or crippled person or woman or gay or priest) walks by we are somehow haters and racist or some other word that I haven’t learned yet. Sorry Whackos! I ain’t buying it!
So… am I racist? Yes, I think I am.
I like Mexican women (fine use of blue jean material)
Black female rappers (love that nasty talk)
Hot Asian models and Jackie Chan (Asians are awesome)
Omaha girls (gotta respect the Oldest Profession)
British humor (I think I might have some British blood on account of some crooked teeth) The full blood brits really ought to import someone that knows how to install braces.
********** Racist NOT likes:
I don’t like fat, disgusting, White lesbians screaming about Angry White Men. (That would be me)
Muslim Terrorist Ragheads blowing people up in the name of whatever religion that is different than mine. If it was MY religion than it’s OK because they are really full of JESUS and just need my prayers.
Swarms of Black Thugs burning their town because old, fat, White men pay media propagandist to get the people riled up.
So if you had asked me yesterday if I was racist… I would have said “um….. I’m not really sure but maybe a bit.”
If you ask me today I will say “Yes, Yes I am. Yes, I am racist.”
I STILL can’t figure out for the life of me why people hate the JEWS or why JEWS think people hate them. I’m old but probably have a few years left. Maybe I’ll figure it out.