I admit it.
I didn’t do anything special or out of the ordinary on MLK Day 2018.
I didn’t walk in the parade, I didn’t post any noble-sounding memes on Facepuke, and I did not reflect upon my own inherent racism and privilege, which, I gather, is what a “woke” honky is supposed to spend the day doing. Nor did I devote any time researching my family tree to see if any of my distant relatives owned slaves, or if any of the schools I attended were named after figures from the Confederacy. Nope. I didn’t do any of that. I just got up and went to work.
I’m sure for some people, on some level, this, alone, should earn me the label “Racist,” but I couldn’t care less. The word itself has become so random and diluted by its current over-usage in populist politics that you might as well be calling someone a “Commie” or a “Witch”. If you follow current events, and if you’re being honest, you must admit the word is mostly used these days as a way to demonize one’s political opponents, and it rarely has anything to do with the target’s actual racism or lack of it. If you voted for Donald Trump, you’re a racist. If you want restrictions on DACA, you’re a racist. If you don’t support the NFL Protests, you’re a racist. If you support the tax cuts, you’re a racist. If you opposed Obamacare, you’re a racist. If you say, “All lives matter,” you’re a racist. And on and on and on.
Of course, if you are a honky, as I am, your white skin alone dictates your racism.
A caller informed me of this yesterday, on MLK Day, that I am very obviously a racist because I’m white. I asked him if he was a black guy. He said he was half-black. I asked him if the white-half was racist. At that point, he called me a name, and tried to bring my wife into it. When I asked him what the hell my wife had to do with it, he called me another name and hung-up. Brilliant stuff from the proudly-intellectual Progressive Left.
So, no. I didn’t do a damn thing in recognition of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday, or his courageous efforts in the fight against racism and hatred in America. I didn’t worry about it too much, because there were plenty of folks across the country invoking his name in support of their own bullshit politics when it comes to race, no matter if such hateful politics completely invalidate everything MLK stood for, marched for, and ultimately died for.
Consider that idiot, Chelsea Handler, who tweeted yesterday that MLK Day means “more today than it ever has.” Why? Because Donald Trump won an election? Because Hillary lost? Because Obama couldn’t run for a third term as the first black president?
Well, yeah. All of the above. America is currently experiencing the worst chapter in its racial history since Jim Crow and slavery because the American people voted against the corruption of Hillary Clinton, and, by proxy, against the socialist agenda of Barack Obama, by voting for a non-establishment, free market guy with a dirty mouth. How dare they! They must all be racists!
Chandler finished her tweet by charging all white people “to honor Dr King, and to think about what it must be like to not be white.”
Wow. I should “honor” Dr. King by reflecting on all those poor sons of bitches who aren’t as cool and happy and privileged as me, because I’m white, because, I guess…it’s better to be white? And less-than better to be black or some other shade? But wait, wasn’t Dr. King the guy who asked us all to get beyond the skin-tone thing? That being black or white or brown (or white) really doesn’t matter, and it’s who you are inside and how you live that determines what kind of a person you are?
Ah, hell. What do I know? I’m just a racist white guy who voted for Trump.
Maybe by next year’s MLK Day, I’ll be “woke,” and I’ll do something really meaningful like tweet about how much I hate Trump or post a “I Have A Dream” quote.
This year, all I did was go to work, come home, and try to treat people decently in between.
Jesus loves you and so do I,