I have long believed that part of our problem with resolving
race issues in America is our inability to accurately name what we are. Aside
from the occasional Johnny and Edgar Winter, there are no white people. Any
child with a box of crayons can tell you that white people are, in fact, beige.
The sickly ones are gray. Following this crayon logic, one can easily see that
there are really no black people. They are brown. Or perhaps raw umber. Or
maybe burnt sienna. Frankly, every time I hear someone comment on America's first
black president, I can't help thinking, "No, he's not. He's more like
caramel." Which is why I think we should all get in the habit of calling
each other what we really are. How can you racially slur a man by calling him
"beigey" or "umber?" The answer is you can't. Because
that's exactly what he is. The melanin doesn't lie. Buy a box of Crayolas and
see for yourself. We are all members of the National Association for the
Advancement of Colored People. Can I hear a kumbaya?
KUMBAYA!!!
ReplyDeleteSTAR: IKR!
ReplyDeleteAmen! Brother! That's part of the beauty of nudity: we're all the same, just a different tone. This is obvious whenever you see those around you (in a naturist/nudist environment).
ReplyDeleteAlso, I think one of the issues that Americans face concerning race is that they try to avoid discussing it, altogether. Ignoring it makes it fester, not disappear. Kumbaya, my brother!
ROGER: YOU JUST MADE ME SEE COLLECTIVE NUDITY IN A NEW LIGHT!
ReplyDeleteOkay Roger has done it again and I too I must agreee in part Americans and our inability to accurately name just whom we are collectively. There really isn't any color identification that is valid.
ReplyDeleteCHET: GOTTA LOVE THAT ROGER!
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