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Name, Shame, and Blame…the Whitey!

When things are low in government, or the economy it’s very easy to find a scapegoat in the form of a race or group of people. We normally project our fears, anxiety and doubts onto someone other than groups and organizations we belong to. It’s easy, but it’s more than that, its lazy because it takes minimal effort and leeches from someone else’s expense.

Now assuming all of the above is true, what happens when you get so angry than you infact blame your OWN race for the flaws in humanity? Well that answer is perhaps even easier…You get Michael Moore.

I recently got hold of a pdf version of his book Stupid White Men. I generally do most of my reading on physical and not virtual books, but since I spend more than half of my day staring into a screen…I like to spend it absorbing great texts, as well as adding a few of my own.

What struck me about this political cynic, quirk, and outspoken Activist was that he doesn’t give a damn about offending people. Some call him genius, because he’s controversial to the point of shoving facts in your face and telling you he believes different. I might not be making sense to those who haven’t read his book. So I’ll take the time to illustrate some of what I trying to stay. I’ll add an extract, and then you can decide for yourself if he is bullshit or brilliance!

 

Stupid White Men by Michael Moore

I don’t know what it is, but every time I see a white guy walking toward me, I tense up. My heart starts racing, and I immediately begin to look for an escape route and a means to defend myself I kick myself for even being in this part of town after dark. Didn’t I notice the suspicious gangs of white people lurking on every street comer, drinking Starbucks and wearing their gang colors of Gap Turquoise or J. Crew Mauve? What an idiot! Now the white person is coming closer, closer—and then—whew! He walks by without harming me, and I breathe a sigh of relief.


White people scare the crap out of me. This may be hard for you to understand—considering that I am white—but then again, my color gives me a certain insight. For instance, I find myself pretty scary a lot of the time, so I know what I’m talking about. You can take my word for it: if you find yourself suddenly surrounded by white people, you better watch out. Anything can happen.
As white people, we’ve been lulled into thinking it’s safe to be around other white people. We’ve been taught since birth that it’s the people of that other color we need to fear. They’re the ones who’ll slit your throat!

Yet as I look back on my life, a strange but unmistakable pattern seems to emerge. Every person who has ever harmed me in my lifetime—the boss who fired me, the teacher who flunked me, the principal who punished me, the kid who hit me in the eye with a rock, the other kid who shot me with his BB gun, the executive who didn’t renew TV Nation, the guy who was stalking me for three years, the accountant who double-paid my taxes, the drunk who smashed into me, the burglar who stole my stereo, the contractor who overcharged me, the girlfriend who left me, the next girlfriend who left even sooner, the pilot of the plane I was on who hit a truck on the runway (he probably hadn’t eaten in days), the other pilot who decided to fly through a tornado, the person in the office who stole checks from my checkbook and wrote them out to himself for a total of $16,000—every one of these individuals has been a white person! Coincidence? I think not!

I have never been attacked by a black person, never been evicted by a black person, never had my security deposit ripped off by a black landlord, never had a black landlord, never had a meeting at a Hollywood studio with a black executive in charge, never seen a black agent at the film /IV agency that used to represent me, never had a black person deny my child the college of her choice, never been puked on by a black teenager at a Motley Crue concert, never been pulled over by a black cop, never been sold a lemon by a black car salesman, never seen a black car salesman, never had a black person deny me a bank loan, never had a black person try to bury my movie, and I’ve never heard a black person say, “We’re going to eliminate ten thousand jobs here—have a nice day!”


I don’t think I’m the only white guy who can make these claims. Every mean word, every cruel act, every bit of pain and suffering in my life has had a Caucasian face attached to it.
So, um, why is it exactly that I should be afraid of black people?
I look around at the world I live in—and, folks, I hate to tell tales out of school, but it’s not the African-Americans who have made this planet such a pitiful, scary place to inhabit. Recently a headline on the front page of the Science section of the New York Times asked the question “Who Built the H-Bomb?” The article went on to discuss a dispute that has arisen between the men who claim credit for making the first bomb. Frankly, I could have cared less—because I already know the only pertinent answer: “IT WAS A WHITE GUY!” No black guy ever built or used a bomb designed to wipe out hordes of innocent people, whether in Oklahoma City, Columbine, or Hiroshima.


No, my friends, it’s always the white guy. Let’s go to the tote board:
• Who gave us the black plague? A white guy.
• Who invented PBC, PVC, PBB, and a host of chemicals that are killing us? White guys.
• Who has started every war America has been in? White men.
• Who is responsible for the programming on FOX? White men.
• Who invented the punch card ballot? A white man.
• Whose idea was it to pollute the world with the internal combustion engine? Whitey, that’s who.
• The Holocaust? That guy really gave white people a bad name (that’s why we prefer to call him a Nazi and his little helpers Germans).

• The genocide of Native Americans? White man.
• Slavery? Whitey!
• So far in 2001, American companies have laid off over 700,000 people. Who ordered the layoffs? White CEOs.
• Who keeps bumping me off the Internet? Some friggin’ white guy, and if I find him, he’s a dead white guy.
You name the problem, the disease, the human suffering, or the abject misery visited upon millions, and I’ll bet you ten bucks I can put a white face on it faster than you can name the members of ‘N Sync.

 

(As usual bloggers, all opinions and comments are welcome!)

 

PhilosopherPoet

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