Solved: Why White Ppl are Assholes

One thing I've always loved about my hometown of Lexington, KY (which has given me lots of reasons not to love it) is that we've got a very strongly mixed population ethnically...African-Americans, Latin-Americans, Asian-Americans, Euro-Americans, Arab-Americans, etc...and thus I grew up with kids with names as diverse as Lateesha and Alvarez and Phong and Mahmoud and Dave and Hamish and so forth. I think growing up with such a cornucopia of flavors of human existence helped me fully embrace the variety of Earth's humanity.

I don't like to act like I don't acknowledge people's race/ancestry, I prefer to embrace differences...not just ethnic, but also differences in faith and beliefs and class and everything.

If you is a human, the nickalicious is down wit cha. Unless your name is Dubya.

Beaver Harris is dead, so no mo' Blue Humans.

Live in london 1994 with an extra drummer and also clear to higher time. charles gayle does play drums.

also there's a blue humans with rashied ali on drums and sauter on sax. The main live track is v fine.

but the very best blue humans ('Incadescence' on shock and 'Live NY 1980') has beaver harris on drums.

dope thread

So, if I was the white woman in an interracial relationship, that means I'm unattractive? THANKS A LOT, ILX, I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIENDS!!!!

Dueds I am probably going to sound like a weirfo/naïf/backwoods jackass here (classic intro, I know), but here goes me:

I had a hell of racist dad (and still do, haha); grew up in a pop 480 town in rural Idaho. I remember being in elementary school/middle school (mid-'90s) and the fruit stand STILL advertised with a big plywood cutout of a red-lipped black woman with bowed pigtails biting into a slice of watermelon. Mormon, too, not exactly 'diversity-friendly' area/culture. Which is terrible, of course, and I'd seen enough Sesame Street and Reading Rainbow to know this was bad & wrong. But being a six, seven-year-old kid, I still felt I had to "respect" my dad. Not so later on---junior high on it was O NO FITE O NO every time my dad even mentioned black people (never kindly of course). My mom put a moratorium on even telling my dad he was racist because she was tired of fighting at dinner every night.

SO at any rate, I knew it was bullshit and although he was that way, that didn't mean I was. HOWEVER, I couldn't help but be paranoid just passing black people on the street: not because I was afraid of them by any means, but I thought they'd be able to sense a "member of racist family" aura or vibe, or smell it or something.* So I'd of course probably act all weird like a thirteen-year-old shoplifting for the first time or something. I was friends with all the (three, haha) black kids at my high school, I got along with everyone on a personal level. I was just worried strangers could sense this! I saw an episode of Seinfeld where Elaine says she's figured out just how long to look at strangers to not make them feel ignored or stared at. holy fuck that's what I'm doing, I thought.

Well, later on, I realized that no one could "sense" things on me like that but I still feel like I have to "prove," somehow, when I am walking by a black dude on campus that I'm not a dick and I don't hate them, like my dad. I'm just fine with people individually. I just realized yesterday I still this and I feel foolish about it.

*NB I wasn't born with a sense of smell, so I'm not ascribing Super Smell Power to anyone; I just never knew what was smellable. ie I thought my parents might be able to smell it when I lost my virginity and the game would be given away.

sesame street was pretty damn great at the whole "everyone of every colour is cool and shit" thing, but it got me in a shitload of trouble when i was about 4... there'd been an episode about japanese people, and that same day we walked past this asian dude and i yelled out at the top of my lungs "LOOK MUM IT'S A JAPANESE PERSON!!!"

asian dude got very angry; he yelled back that he was "KOREAN, NOT JAPANESE!!" and looked like he was ready to throttle me.

Sesame St oughta hip the kids to the fact that azians all hate each other

remember when Hank Hill and Khan bonded over their mutual dislike of Russians

honestly Abbott I think that's a pretty normal experience, feeling feverishly committed to not being one of your parents in a dimension in which they are particularly offensive. I think you're being kind of hard on yourself about it.

also this:

I wasn't born with a sense of smell, so I'm not ascribing Super Smell Power to anyone; I just never knew what was smellable. ie I thought my parents might be able to smell it when I lost my virginity and the game would be given away.

is amazing!

and the aside from the opening post (not in a P Larkin way, altho that too, have sex w/ me & I'll tell you all about it) is the best aside ever.