Why I’m Proud to be White (A Commentary on Paranoid Racism)
Unfortunately saying this sort of thing will probably have me immediately labeled as “racist” by many readers.
I’m actually not “proud” to be white. I didn’t do anything to achieve my German and Scottish ancestry, but I’m quite happy being white.
I love white people stuff!
I love England and Switzerland and Copenhagen and just about every northern European country. I love English literature and medieval stuff and European art. I love novels and tennis and classic films.
So what am I ranting on about?
White people are paranoid.
White people whisper the word “black” all the time. Why? They are scared to death of being considered racist. Most white people I know would rather be known as a satan-worshiper than a racist.
That’s just a symptom, though. The problem is the paranoia. When I was a kid my teachers basically told my class that a person could be racist and not know it. This freaked me out. I thought for years I was a racist and didn’t know it.
I never much liked Mexican stuff. I didn’t like ponchos or adobe houses or sombreros. I didn’t even like their geography. Now you probably just read that and thought “racist.” But it’s not, people! This is the problem. There is a difference between taste and intolerance.
I was a kid. I couldn’t help what I liked. I wasted years of my life worrying about it and being super-sensitive. That’s why I rail against political correctness today.
I can’t stand racism. I can’t stand it from whites, from blacks, from Latinos or Asians or Europeans or Arabs or Persians or Jews. But I got to tell you, I think white Americans are the least racist people in the world.
And, honestly, I think Republicans are more accepting of other races than Democrats.
The truth is that we’re all biased. It might not be against a race, it might be against fat people, or ugly people, or pretty people, or Republicans, or atheists, or Christians, or liberals or rednecks or Sarah Palin, or Kanye West.Continued on the next page