Acidman Mars gets his rant on in a big way. The topic: race.
You want ballsy honesty, you want the truth?? Yeah, you can handle the truth, and here it is.
There are more Acidmans in the world than we recognize. Not nearly as many as I wish there were…
I have to piss on his feet just a little bit though (hey, I yam what I yam). For every Richard Mack who walked through a brick wall of prejudice and came out the other side, how many didn’t?
I’ve had the honor of meeting one of the Little Rock 9. He and I actually disagree on a number of things, and I was happy to wrestle with him as we talked over the dinnertable.
But I looked into his eyes as he talked about what it was like…damn. Any words I use are inadequate. I can’t imagine it, and I have a really good imagination.
We’ve come a hella long way, and I’m proud of what we all have done…of my dinner-mate, and of the Acidman too.
Doesn’t mean we’re done yet.
(added link to Little Rock 9)
The world has always been an unfair place, but it was particularly vicious in the South when I was young. Those were ugly days, but they still produced people such as Richard Mack.
The country has come a long way since then, and I am sick of sorry-assed race-baiters using “prejudice” as an excuse for all manner of sins. If Richard could do what he did back then, with the deck stacked against him, why do so many blacks sit on a pity-pot and whine today?
Goddam. Nobody ever said life was easy.
It seems to me that all of the “sorry-assed race baiters” are about your age, Acidman. Jesse Jackson and the rest would be quietly minding their own business somewhere if your grandmother hadn’t been such a racist bitch and you hadn’t been such an ass. You reap what you sow. I don’t see any young “race baiters” picking up the baton. Mack didn’t whine, so why should you?
In terms of civility, the dialog on race, along with policies on race, has taken steps back from where it was in the late 60s and early 70s.
It’s still better than it was, though, and it’s good to acknowledge that.
Jim, your panties got wadded into some kind of knot that I don’t understand. If I were you, I’d be careful about throwing around that asshole word. It may come back to haunt you.
The Race Card
I’ve gotten a lot of thoughtful comments, some well-appreciated links and some downright spittle-stained email about a post I wrote