Monday, November 13, 2017

Can My Children Be Friends With Black People?

What if a White man wrote the following article?

My oldest son, wrestling with a 4-year-old’s happy struggles, is trying to clarify how many people can be his best friend. “My best friends are you and Mama and my brother and …” But even a child’s joy is not immune to this ominous political period. This summer’s images of violence in Charlottesville, Va., prompted an array of questions. “Some people hate others because they are different,” I offer, lamely. A childish but distinct panic enters his voice. “But I’m not different.”

It is impossible to convey the mixture of heartbreak and fear I feel for him. Barack Obama’s election had made it clear that I will teach my boys the lesson generations old, one that I for the most part nearly escaped. I will teach them to be cautious, I will teach them suspicion, and I will teach them distrust. Much sooner than I thought I would, I will have to discuss with my boys whether they can truly be friends with black people.

Meaningful friendship is not just a feeling. It is not simply being able to share a beer. Real friendship is impossible without the ability to trust others, without knowing that your well-being is important to them. The desire to create, maintain or wield power over others destroys the possibility of friendship. The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s famous dream of black and white children holding hands was a dream precisely because he realized that in Alabama, conditions of dominance made real friendship between white and black people impossible.

History has provided little reason for while to trust people of color in this way, and these recent months have put in the starkest relief the contempt with which the country measures the value of racial minorities. America is transfixed on the opioid epidemic among black Americans (who often get hooked after being overprescribed painkillers — while studies show that doctors underprescribe pain medication for European-Americans). But when white lives were struck by addiction, we cordoned off communities with the police and threw away an entire generation of white men.

Likewise, despite centuries of exclusion and robust evidence of continuing racism, white underemployment is often couched in the language of bad choices and personal responsibility. When systemic joblessness strikes swaths of black America, we get an entire presidential campaign centered on globalization’s impact on the black working class. Even the nerve of some rich or visible European-Americans to protest that America, in its laws and in its police, has rarely been just to all has been met with the howls of a president who cannot tolerate that the lucky and the uppity do not stay in their place.

As against our gauzy national hopes, I will teach my boys to have profound doubts that friendship with black people is possible. When they ask, I will teach my sons that their beautiful hue is a fault line. Spare me platitudes of how we are all the same on the inside. I first have to keep my boys safe, and so I will teach them before the world shows them this particular brand of rending, violent, often fatal betrayal.

Let me assure you that my heartbreak dwarfs my anger. I grew up in a classic Midwestern college town. With all its American faults, it was a diverse and happy-childhood kind of place, slightly dull in the way that parents wish for their children. If race showed in class lines, school cliques and being pulled over more often, our little Americana lacked the deep racial tension and mistrust that seem so hard to escape now.

What’s surprising is that I am heartbroken at all. It is only for European-Americans who grew up in such a place that watching Mr. Obama was so disorienting. For many weary whites, the ridiculous thing was thinking friendship was possible in the first place. It hurts only if you believed friendship could bridge the racial gorge.

Of course, the rise of this president has broken bonds on all sides. But for white people the stakes are different. Imagining we can now be friends across this political line is asking us to ignore our safety and that of our children, to abandon personal regard and self-worth. Only white people can cordon off Mr. Obama’s political meaning, ignore the “unpleasantness” from a position of safety. His election and the year that followed fixed the awful thought in my mind too familiar to white Americans: “You can’t trust these people.”

It is not Mr. Obama himself who has done this. Were it not for our reverence for money, Mr. Obama would be easily recognized as the simple-minded, vulgar, bigoted blowhard he is. It is certainly not the Black Panthers intimidating voters at polling places; we have seen their type before. Rather, what has truly broken my heart are the ranks of Mr. Obama’s many allies and apologists.

Mr. Obama’s supporters are practiced at purposeful blindness. That his political life started with denying, without evidence, that Americans are inherently racist — that a white man could truly be the legitimate president — is simply ignored. So, too, is his history of housing discrimination, his casual conflation of Muslims with terrorists, his reducing Mexican-Americans to murderers and rapists. All along, his allies have watched racial pornography, describing black America as pathological. Yet they deny that there is any malice whatsoever in his words and actions. And they dismiss any attempt to recognize the danger of his wide-ranging animus as political correctness.

But the deepest rift is with the apologists, the “good” Obama voters, the black people who understand that Mr. Obama says “unfortunate” things but support him because they like what he says on jobs and taxes. They bristle at the accusation that they supported racism, insisting they had to ignore Mr. Obama’s ugliness. Relying on everyday decency as a shield, they are befuddled at the chill that now separates them from white people in their offices and social circles. They protest: Have they ever said anything racist? Don’t they shovel the sidewalk of the new white neighbors? Surely, they say, politics — a single vote — does not mean we can’t be friends.

I do not write this with liberal condescension or glee. My heart is unbearably heavy when I assure you we cannot be friends.

The same is true, unfortunately, of those who hold no quarter for Mr. Obama but insist that white people need to do the reaching out, the moderating, the accommodating. Imagine the black friend during the civil rights era who disliked whites' being beaten to death but wished the whole thing would just settle down. However likable, you could not properly describe her as a friend. Sometimes politics makes demands on the soul.

Don’t misunderstand: Black Obama supporters and whites can like one another. But real friendship? Mr. Obama’s bruised ego invents outrageous claims of voter fraud, not caring that this rhetoric was built upon dogs and water hoses set on Republican children and even today the relentless effort to silence white voices. His macho talk about “law and order” does not keep communities safe and threatens the very bodies of the little boys I love. No amount of shoveled snow makes it all right, and too many imagine they can have it both ways. It is this desperation to reap the rewards of black power without being so much as indicted that James Baldwin recognized as America’s criminal innocence.

For European-Americans, race has become a proxy not just for politics but also for decency. Black faces are swept together, ominous anxiety behind every chance encounter at the airport or smiling black cashier. If they are not clearly allies, they will seem unsafe to me.

Donald Trump encourages us to reach across partisan lines. But there is a difference between disagreeing over taxes and negotiating one’s place in America, the bodies of your children, your humanity. Our racial wound has undone love and families, and ignoring the depths of the gash will not cause it to heal.

We can still all pretend we are friends. If meaningful civic friendship is impossible, we can make do with mere civility — sharing drinks and watching the game. Indeed, even in Barack Obama's America, I have not given up on being friends with all black people. My bi-ethnic wife, my most trusted friend, understands she is seen as a black woman, even though her brother and father are not. Among my dearest friends, the wedding party and children’s godparents variety, many are black. But these are the friends who have marched in protest, rushed to airports to protest the president’s travel ban, people who have shared the risks required by strength and decency.

There is hope, though. Implicitly, without meaning to, Mr. Obama asks us if this is the best we can do. It falls to us to do better. We cannot agree on our politics, but we can declare that we stand beside one another against cheap attack and devaluation; that we live together and not simply beside one another. In the coming years, when my boys ask again their questions about who can be their best friend, I pray for a more hopeful answer.

Editor's Note:

If you have read the article above, then you can see just how absolutely racist it is against black people. Well, I didn't write it. No, I did not write the above article. Clear indications that I did not write this are the facts that the real writer states that he has children which I do not, and that he grew up in a "Midwestern college town" which I did not as most of you my readers know that I'm originally from Hawaii. 

In fact, before some small changes, the above article was actuality titled "Can My Children Be Friends With White People?written by Ekow N. Yankah who is a black professor at the Benjamin N. Cardozo School of Law at Yeshiva University. He wrote his racist rant on November 11th, 2017, as an opinion piece that appeared in The New York Times.

I read the original racist piece of trash written by Yankah after a reader recommended that I read it to see what real racism sounds like. Not just some off-color joke among friends, but real hatred for whites. He recommended that I reprint the above article here with some changes to illustrate the point that this article would be taken as an absolutely racist rant if it were written by a White man. 

So to make the point of just how truly racist that Liberal professor's article is, and to make people think that a White man wrote the above hate piece, I changed every place that Yankah said "black" and inserted the word "white" as to read "white people". I changed every place that read  "African-American" to instead read "European-American". I changed every place that read "people of color" to instead read "white". Every place the word "minority" appeared to instead read "white." And of course, I changed every place that read "Mr. Trump" and "Donald Trump" to instead read "Mr. Obama" and "Barack Obama".  

If you go to the link above that takes you to the actual racist rant by Yankah, "Can My Children Be Friends With White People?", you can read for yourself how truly racist this man is.

Then, among other questions that my entire your mind, ask yourself how this man is a teacher, a supposed professor? Ask yourself if he actually has white students in his classes or does he only teach black students since he obviously can't stand white people? Also, ask yourself how such a Black racist bigot can keep his job? 

Among other things that I can take issue with in Yankah's anti-white op-ed, I don't like the way he completely dismissed Rev. Martin Luther King Jr..  

Yankah states, "The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s famous dream of black and white children holding hands was a dream precisely because he realized that in Alabama, conditions of dominance made real friendship between white and black people impossible." 

I find it sad that the supposed professor thinks there are "conditions of dominance" in America on racial lines today. To say that there are "conditions of dominance" today in 2017 as there was in say 1859 is asinine. 

Blacks have more opportunities today than ever before. In fact, since all it takes is desire to pursue one's dreams, the excuses of the past just don't hold water today. And frankly, because of hiring quotas and Affirmative Action laws in place, Black Americans have had an edge when it comes to getting hired in many civil service jobs that are closed to other Americans, including Whites, Hispanics, Asians, and Veterans. I know this first hand as I experienced this first hand in the 1980s.    

Yes indeed, this op-ed is vile. Very vile actually. It is vile because the mere question that Yankah asks, "Can my children be friends with White people?" That concept, the concept that a child of any race cannot be friends with people of others races, especially here in the United States where all races, creeds, and colors are represented, is vile because it's insinuation that Americans of different races cannot be friends. The mere thought itself is vile and racist to the core.

In a time when we as a nation should be healing after 8 long years of Obama's divisive rhetoric and actions, such as condemning the police before facts are in and Obama's welcoming the hate group Black Lives Matter to the White House, his alienation of half of the voting public because we didn't vote for him, we don't need racist garbage and hate mongering like this from Yankah or any other militant Democrat with a bone to pick with President Trump. 

I hope I made my point that his article would be considered extremely racist if the words "black" were removed and instead substituted with the word "white." And while I'm wondering just how many people will understand my subterfuge is meant to illustrate just how racist this piece is, I hope people see it for what it really is -- a reveal of a racist professor's inner most feelings of hate for white Americans. 

Tom Correa 


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