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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Dear White People,
You don’t get to say the word n***a/n***er just because it was in a song. Self-censoring really isn’t that fucking hard.
Actually this bothers me. I don’t say those words because they’re derogatory….
I’m reblogging this because it presents a perfect opportunity for me to say…
“I Don’t use the six letter “N” word. So PLEASE, DO NOT USE the six letter “F” word.” It’s just as offensive to me as the “N” word is to you.
I have been chased down the street by gangs of every color, with evil and destruction in their eyes, shouting Faggot! and Queer! and AIDS Carrier! and every other nasty epithet taught to them by their parents.
I have been physically attacked by drunken idiots trolling the streets looking for easy prey. Each time I fought back. A few times, barely making it out with my life.
I’ve seen a close friend beaten almost to death by young thugs who laughed and taunted, “Whatchu gone do? Faggot!” as they kicked and beat my friend into a bloody mess. All I could do was call the police. When the police finally arrived, they treated us like it was somehow our fault we were attacked.
There are a lot of words I choose not to use simply because they are offensive to someone. I try not to use them in private because it lessens the chance I might slip in public. Avoiding offensive language doesn’t harm me in any way.
The First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution guarantees my right to say whatever I want, however I want. But why would I go out of my way to hurt someone? What do I gain form it?
“I Don’t use the six letter “N” word. so Please, Don’t Use the six letter “F” word.”
A little consideration for others goes a long way. To quote brashblacknonbeliever: “Self-censoring really isn’t that fucking hard.”
*For the record, just as I say White when referring to White folks, I say Black when referring to Black folks. My friends are okay with it. (I generally don’t go around referring to them as my “Black” Friends.)
**The term “African American” isn’t always appropriate because not every Brown skinned person comes from Africa. Just ask Wyclef Jean or Seal.
*** The term ‘Young Turk’ means rebellious young person. A wild teen. http://www.usingenglish.com/reference/idioms/young+turk.html
The following is excerpted from “The Gentle Indifference of the World,” as posted on Against The Grain: Non-Mainstream Observations by John T. Marohn
The Christian Soul and American Culture
In my Christian tradition, I was told that every human being has a soul. That soul, I was led to believe, is created by God and is comprised of a mind and a free will. And that soul, I was also taught by my church, would live on after I died. (I was not taught that, since I have a free will, I could choose the after-life habitat I wanted. That decision would be made for me based on my earthly track record and an omniscient God’s foreknowledge—a very tricky combination.)
Using that philosophical and theological model, Hitler, Stalin, Ted Bundy, and Jeffrey Dahmer also had souls. According to that same paradigm, they also had minds and free wills and therefore were to be held accountable for their actions (Christian theologians, to my knowledge, do not accept paranoid schizophrenia, psychosis, or bi-polar disorders as viable excuses for getting off the hook on the final day of judgment).
The American culture I grew up in led me to believe that I could be anything I wanted to be. That I could be my own person. That I could live out any success-story dream I fantasized about. If I just put my hand on the plow of my life, worked hard, and persevered, the world would be my oyster.
Except for the built-in fatalism of the omniscient-God paradigm, I had been well-schooled in Optimism 101. My culture told me I could succeed. My religion taught me that I was morally responsible for all of my actions. That everything was just up to me. That God, through no innate goodness on my part, would intervene, on my behalf, and zap me with favors and grace, if I lived up to His expectations by leading a good life.
But I had no excuses for moral, or even professional failure in life. After all, I was graced with being alive and had a mind and free will—a soul, remember?
Read more here… http://johntmarohn.com/blog/cultural-values/the-gentle-indifference-of-the-world/
Check out this spot made by NBC10 Philadelphia for us!
United we stand.
As long as the ruling class can keep the rest of us fighting among ourselves, they win.
Divided we fall.
