All things Racist...USA edition (2 Viewers)

[Farb]

I was looking for a place to put this so we could discuss but didn't really find a place that worked so I created this thread so we can all place articles, experiences, videos and examples of racism in the USA.

This is one that happened this week. The lady even called and filed a complaint on the officer. This officer also chose to wear the body cam (apparently, LA doesn't require this yet). This exchange wasn't necessarily racist IMO until she started with the "mexican racist...you will never be white, like you want" garbage. That is when it turned racist IMO

All the murderer and other insults, I think are just a by product of CRT and ACAB rhetoric that is very common on the radical left and sadly is being brought to mainstream in this country.

Another point that I think is worth mentioning is she is a teacher and the sense of entitlement she feels is mind blowing.

https://news.yahoo.com/black-teacher-berates-latino-la-221235341.html

 

[insidejob]

So, I'm totally going to do this journal and the workbook exercises that come with it. I don' think I NEED it, but I think I'll be a better person after having done so.

Link to the combo pack but you can get it cheaper individually.

Looking forward to what I learn about myself.

ETA: fork it. I'm not wasting any more time trying to get the links to post when they transform to [media] every time I dod even though they're just links to buy shirt.

 

[RobF]

So, I'm totally going to do this journal and the workbook exercises that come with it. I don' think I NEED it, but I think I'll be a better person after having done so.

Link to the combo pack but you can get it cheaper individually.

Looking forward to what I learn about myself.

ETA: fork it. I'm not wasting any more time trying to get the links to post when they transform to [media] every time I dod even though they're just links to buy shirt.

I think the easiest way to avoid that is to make a text hyperlink instead of posting the link itself.

E.g. if I were posting a link to the book Jews Don't Count (by David Baddiel, a British writer and comedian, on Jewish identity and how it's regarded, or not) , if I post the amazon link, it formats itself like this:

Amazon product ASIN 0008490759
But if I take the word 'here', highlight it, and click the insert link button (or hit ctrl-k), and add the link that way, it stays like this: here

 

[insidejob]

I think the easiest way to avoid that is to make a text hyperlink instead of posting the link itself.

E.g. if I were posting a link to the book Jews Don't Count (by David Baddiel, a British writer and comedian, on Jewish identity and how it's regarded, or not) , if I post the amazon link, it formats itself like this:

Amazon product ASIN 0008490759
But if I take the word 'here', highlight it, and click the insert link button (or hit ctrl-k), and add the link that way, it stays like this: here

I tried adding it as a hyperlink w/o the "here" assuming it'd just make the text from the link the underlined in the hyperlink.

Why does it have to go changing links to media in the first place?

Book

Book and Workbook Combo

 

[Optimus Prime]

Is this the link you're talking about?

https://blm.btown-in.org/uploads/1/1/8/6/118615243/me_and_white_supremacy_workbook__final_book_.pdf

 

[H B Lowrey]

Is this the link you're talking about?

https://blm.btown-in.org/uploads/1/1/8/6/118615243/me_and_white_supremacy_workbook__final_book_.pdf

Anyone ever thought of hanging out with black folk directly? Not minding whether they're the only white kid in the room?

 

[bird]

Anyone ever thought of hanging out with black folk directly? Not minding whether they're the only white kid in the room?

I have.

 

[SamAndreas]

Anyone ever thought of hanging out with black folk directly? Not minding whether they're the only white kid in the room?

Oh' I knew and hung out with Al "Bubba" Baker in the college dorm, Westfall 11th floor, at CSU quite a lot.

I fondly recall him sharing my french fries and beer any time I would go to the tap to get some.

Another time I recall him in the bathroom with my full tooth paste tub pressed up against his empty tooth past tube, squeezing my tube to squish some of my tooth paste into his tube. Borrowing some of it as it were.

He went on the make those memories of those times conversationally worth it when he would made a great play on TV during the following years.

 

[H B Lowrey]

I have.

Much more educational, don't you think?

 

[H B Lowrey]

Oh' I knew and hung out with Al "Bubba" Baker in the college dorm, Westfall 11th floor, at CSU quite a lot.

I fondly recall him sharing my french fries and beer any time I would go to the tap to get some.

Another time I recall him in the bathroom with my full tooth paste tub pressed up against his empty tooth past tube, squeezing my tube to squish some of my tooth paste into his tube. Borrowing some of it as it were.

He went on the make those memories of those times conversationally worth it when he would made a great play on TV during the following years.

The one guy?

 

[SamAndreas]

The one guy?

In college for guys it seemed there rarely was just one guy situations. It was more often a case of just one girl situations when it came to guys hanging out.

I just mentioned one guy. It was college, there were of course other guys... .


Later in life as a sailor there was that time I shacked up with a gal in London for a couple weeks. I stayed at her council flat. The council flats are a big low income housing complexes filled with almost all women and kids. We have them here in the US too. We call them section 8 housing.

There I was not only just about the one lone guy, I was the one lone white guy amoung almost all black folk, amoung almost all women and children.

Doing there wasn't what one might think. The first thing I did when I got there was to find a hardware store where I bought screwdrivers and a wood chisel, and some new hinges. Then went back to that shop several more times for more hinges.

I wound up being the lone guy rehanging doors around there because at that place while it was otherwise well built, they had used wimpy hinges. All over that council place the doors were literally falling off their hinges.

Those women and kids didn't know how to fix them. It was a bad place in an otherwise good place for them.

Once I got settled in it seems like most of the time I was there I was being loaned out by mine to this woman, or that woman, to fix their doors in those otherwise pretty nice flats.

I was very popular there, the center of attention, I had fun being the lone guy, but it wasn't what I would have envisioned it would be. Most of the screwing was done with wood screws, and at times with a chisel making the places on the doors and frames for the hinges to go.

Now that that has happened I got the impression that I've not been the only guy that has happened to in life. If you noticed it was a situation very rich in established old world metaphor. All that screwing and chiseling. Going through doors.

I clearly hadn't been the first lone sailor to have been there... .




How about you? You're big for questions, not so long with expounding with or without metaphor about your experiences.

I assume you've had some odd ball experiences... .



There was a time at sea when I was with the throwing Samoans too. They were not only Black folk, they were huge Black folk. But that's another tangle of sea born yarn. I'll tell that story later.

 

[H B Lowrey]

In college for guys it seemed there rarely was just one guy situations. It was more often a case of just one girl situations when it came to guys hanging out.

I just mentioned one guy. It was college, there were of course other guys... .


Later in life as a sailor there was that time I shacked up with a gal in London for a couple weeks. I stayed at her council flat. The council flats are a big low income housing complexes filled with almost all women and kids. We have them here in the US too. We call them section 8 housing.

There I was not only just about the one lone guy, I was the one lone white guy amoung almost all black folk, amoung almost all women and children.

Doing there wasn't what one might think. The first thing I did when I got there was to find a hardware store where I bought screwdrivers and a wood chisel, and some new hinges. Then went back to that shop several more times for more hinges.

I wound up being the lone guy rehanging doors around there because at that place while it was otherwise well built, they had used wimpy hinges. All over that council place the doors were literally falling off their hinges.

Those women and kids didn't know how to fix them. It was a bad place in an otherwise good place for them.

Once I got settled in it seems like most of the time I was there I was being loaned out by mine to this woman, or that woman, to fix their doors in those otherwise pretty nice flats.

I was very popular there, the center of attention, I had fun being the lone guy, but it wasn't what I would have envisioned it would be. Most of the screwing was done with wood screws, and at times with a chisel making the places on the doors and frames for the hinges to go.

Now that that has happened I got the impression that I've not been the only guy that has happened to in life. If you noticed it was a situation very rich in established old world metaphor. All that screwing and chiseling. Going through doors.

I clearly hadn't been the first lone sailor to have been there... .




How about you? You're big for questions, not so long with expounding with or without metaphor about your experiences.

I assume you've had some odd ball experiences... .



There was a time at sea when I was with the throwing Samoans too. They were not only Black folk, they were huge Black folk. But that's another tangle of sea born yarn. I'll tell that story later.

Much the same, from a very young age, got it at home, down south, very much frowned upon in that day and sphere. Best education I ever got, went on for decades. My two degrees fail in comparison. Screwing and going through doors is indeed the old world perspective is it not.

 

[bird]

Much more educational, don't you think?

I like to think that I can be educated no matter the setting. Learning about new people is informative. Depending upon the people it can be good or bad. But it usually is good.

 

[SamAndreas]

Much the same, from a very young age, got it at home, down south, very much frowned upon in that day and sphere. Best education I ever got, went on for decades. My two degrees fail in comparison. Screwing and going through doors is indeed the old world perspective is it not.

Old world perspective might be applied to it, but it's what made us. What Darwin called "natural selection."

I suppose it's what you've remarked upon that you got much the same of, what which was very much frowned upon.

Things are getting better it's less frowned upon now. Given enough of that screwing and going through doors and there won't be anybody left who isn't brown. I suppose that's a goal.

I'm not white by the way, I'm sort of pink.

By the way, I happen to know who H B Lowrey was. That you posted the original's photo as well as his name would indicate you really meant it.

May I suggest you post his bio because featuring the parts of him you want featured. I would think there would be those who don't know who he was, and that it means something to you.

 

[Farb]

Is this the definition of 'virtue signaling'?

"how many black friends do you have?' LOL. It is almost too much some times.

 

[Saintamaniac]

Anyone ever thought of hanging out with black folk directly? Not minding whether they're the only white kid in the room?

When I was in A-school in the Navy, I was roommates with a guy that had never seen a black person in real life. I answered too many questions that I began the answer with "really?". Amon Kolishenski was his name and I'm pretty sure that I shattered a lot of what he either believed or had been taught about black people.

Dude actually asked me why black guys hold their junk all the time. I told him it was due to the weight. We stayed in touch for a few years after I left the navy.

In reference to the question, I have hung out with a white guy and didn't mind being the only black guy in the room. Those guys drank way more than I did and the jokes they were making were simply not funny until I had 2-3 tokes on the top grade herb they were smoking.

 

[MT15]

Is this the definition of 'virtue signaling'?

"how many black friends do you have?' LOL. It is almost too much some times.

I think your post is just as much virtue signaling as anything else in this thread. What I saw was several guys swapping stories. But, be you.

 

[The moose]

Oh' I knew and hung out with Al "Bubba" Baker in the college dorm, Westfall 11th floor, at CSU quite a lot.

I fondly recall him sharing my french fries and beer any time I would go to the tap to get some.

Another time I recall him in the bathroom with my full tooth paste tub pressed up against his empty tooth past tube, squeezing my tube to squish some of my tooth paste into his tube. Borrowing some of it as it were.

He went on the make those memories of those times conversationally worth it when he would made a great play on TV during the following years.

That guy was one of the best ends to ever strap on a helmet. I am a good bit younger than you but I do remember him. My dad was a football junkie so hanging out with him we watched every game that we could.

 

[SamAndreas]

That guy was one of the best ends to ever strap on a helmet. I am a good bit younger than you but I do remember him. My dad was a football junkie so hanging out with him we watched every game that we could.

I liked him. I sure drank a lot of beer, and ate a lot of french fries with him. Day in and day out we hung out in our dorm rooms and when we could find some we smoked quite a bit of pot too.

I had a lot more money to spend than he did. I didn't mind paying for the stuff. I didn't even mind him borrowing some tooth paste from me like he did. I thought it cleaver the way he moved some of mine into his empty tube. Memorable!



I would go to the games and cheer him on. Tailgate out in the parking lot, so sometimes I wouldn't see all of a game.

There was one game I didn't even manage to make it into the stadium at all, because a girl was so interesting at the tailgate that i didn't make it into the stadium.

For two years we connected and then I never saw him again. That's how life is.

He was a brother.