I wish more people would jump in. I though I was being careful with my wording because I know it's touchy, but when somebody can make 'that race' sound bad it's touchier than I thought. It was not my intention to speak mainly about the black race.That made me remember the saying" the road to hell is filled with good intentions".
When you are a part of bringing about a change, and you have friends in other races that you have been close to, friends with, and even call your brother it's a kick in the head and heart to have someone say you are a hypocrite. It's sort of like God hitting you in the head with a ball bat. I've had it worse than some blacks and better than most, I base this from many years. I do know what it is to be discriminated against, not by color but by clothing, people I associated with, mode of transportation, long hair, an earing, and because I smoked cigarettes.
Yeah, I make mistakes. I had an old guy, this was sometime back, of course, tell me a story.There was a person who applied for a job, the boss asked him how good he was. He stated that he was the best that he doesn't make any mistakes. The boss told him that he didn't have the job. the guy got upset, started yelling and screaming, and asked why not. The boss looked him straight in the eye and told him if you don't make mistakes you don't learn anything. The boss turned around and walked of. Oh, yeah, I've made them and a few timesI've gotten my bass kicked for it. But then again I've been first at doing somethings also.
It showed one thing. The question of why there isn't an open conversation about races. It shows why some people are afraid to open their mouths.
You don't want to know my opinion about women. Peak your interest, hahaha. Or hell my race. To be honest, I don't have a very high opinion of the human race.
We are getting better in some aspects and worse in others. Weighing of the scales. It reminds me of a time I was working for one of those temp type jobs. It was for a factory job. I was told it was on second shift and do I have a problem working for someone younger than me. I replied that if he knows his job, I don't have a problem with it. In other words his age made no difference, which if they were putting him as the foreman then he must know the job(or he was the bosses son). He knew the job.
I imagine there are some who have read these post wanting to say something but afraid, "if I do, then they won't like me or the won't speak to me", some who don't give two shakes one way or the other.
To be honest though I didn't bring it up! The title 'discussing Black' was there and I though, hey, there has been mentioned as to why people don't sit down and talk about race, do to Amus's comments and the professor getting hauled to jail.
So, why is this page blank? I'm not worried about what anyone thinks of me, I've been called everything in the book. So, I thought. I try to judge someone by what they do, how they behave, and their nature.
I have looked into my being to find out who I am. I don't kid myself. There are some parts of me I wish I could do better, others I need to let go. I look don't care what most people think, because I know how they are.
It's hard to keep on track but I try not to worry about things.I know some people who worry weeks , months, even years about something that lies ahead.I look at it that you don't need to worry about anything until that thing happens.... then it's to late. It's time to do something about it. Quirkie, yes, but it gets me by. Then there is the story that is in ' The Mystic Path to Cosmic Power '. Go ahead laugh. I smirk at it now days myself, but this one story stood out.
There were two monks who came to a stream. They stopped and rested for awhile.A woman came along the same path and stopped at the stream. They had a conversation and the monks found out that she was a prostitute. The monks decide the time was right to cross and go along their way. The prostitute asked if one of them would carry her across the stream. She didn't want to ruin he cloths. One monk said he'd carry her across the stream. He did and the monks were on their way. Down the road several miles the other monk told the kind monk that he shouldn't have done that that she was not pure. The kind monk says, " I carried her across the stream and let her down to be on her way. You are still carrying her!"
Oh, by the way Anonymous40784,. I agree with you about being straight forward, bold, and honest. if you ever want to talk about those painful times, I have an ear and a shoulder.