Spure wrote:
Segregation isn't natural, we are considered one species, therefore integrating ourselves and becoming genetically diverse and thus more fit would be natural. But white people have a problem with this, because here in america if a black man and a white woman were to have a kid, that child would be considered black. The white race would be wiped out. The black man is genetically dominant here, but you didn't know that.
I don't agree with this one bit.
It is human nature to dislike and distrust that which is not like us. Racial bias is inborn in humans and it is the cause of so much social difficulty precisely because, like a propensity for violence, it is hard to condition out.
That you believe black to be dominant to white is proof of this. Black being dominant to white is a purely human conception because white people see those who are not white as black. This does not hold up scientifically either because race is chromosomally polymorphic.
To Boredalt: That's a very hard thing, I know - good versus evil is a much easier story to internalize than shades of grey. You have to weigh the evils of injustice against inequity. Hate breeds hate and the line between persecutor and persecuted blurs.
My mother grew up in Queens, in the
barrio. One day, we were in San Francisco, and got something to eat and drink at an old coffee store. My mother ordered something, but as she did, her entire inflection and bearing subtly changed.
After we left, I said I noticed, and asked her why. She very rarely talks about her past, or her family or background: her father, brother and grandfather are all long dead to accidents. Her mother and grandmother are completely ethnic Puerto Rican, speak little English, and even she doesn't find much common ground with them. She denies being able to speak Spanish; my father doesn't believe her.
My mother grew up under the "immersion" English-language doctrine: no instruction in Spanish, people are simply "immersed" in English. My mother passionately believes it was right: she has a total mastery of English, and growing up, it was largely my mother who was absolutely obsessive in teaching me how to not merely read and write but to totally master the use of language. She would stay up with me until the early morning, nitpicking individual articles and synonyms and punctuation marks in what I wrote, even the most petty stylistic elements of writing such as using the same word twice in a paragraph (what's the last time you saw me do that?) Today, most Latinos are in favor of ESL, which my mother views as wrong-headed. And then when she goes outside wearing her coolie hat, Sacramentans address her as if she's a Mexican immigrant, and she turns around and rips into them.
My abrasiveness is largely acquired from my mother (whether she's my biological mother or not, which I actually doubt).
Anyway, she said the coffee shop was exactly like the ones in the barrio where she grew up. She said, "I came back to visit about ten years ago. It was like visiting an old friend that is deathly ill." She described the same thing as Boredalt - violence, destroyed society, the degradation of the physical environment and community. It was clearly very sad.
