Ghostiger,Sep 30 2005, 01:20 PM Wrote:Wrong.
I showed that anyone can pick on a minority they arent familer with and make generalisations.
Its a common rhetorical method to compare a new situation to something the audence is familier with.
Basically I gues no one is allowed to even look sideways at a a black guy - because your black, but its opn season on other minorities?
I find your frequent rants about how you are/were a black man fighting the oppresive system a bit bufoonish, but I mostly let it go because thats how you define yourself it seems.
But its some what offensive to the notion of high discourse to see YOU doing the same thing, that you gripe about others doing.
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Actually, I am not black. I am a lovely shade of olive. I am not white either. So I get it from both sides thank you very much. I have taken crap from both black and white supremacists about me not being white/dark enough to be fit for either side.
Being racially mixed is a bitch. I find my self trying to make peace with both sides.
Please, be more careful. I have tried to be civil here, but that was awfully close to being offensive. Really, you shouldn't go there.
Edit.
To make it perfectly clear, I am a little bit of everything I have found. I am classified technically as a Hispanic Native American. But I have found that I have black roots, white roots, some Asian, and only God knows what else. I can't point the finger at nobody and say "I hate you and your race!" Because it would be hating on my own person. However, the white part of me is really pissed at the dark parts of me, because that white part wasn't allowed to sit at the lunch counter or drink from the white water fountains and instead had to go hang out with the brown skinned folks. I think he feels betrayed.
Please, leave my own race out of it. That is the one area I get really touchy about. I can make jokes about it and such... But please, don't cross the line here. That's uncool.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."