disfuctionalunit

Okay so what really started the whole idea for this blog was a small event that took place when I recentley took a pilgrimage home to see my family.  During a lovely So Cal patio brunch thrown by my older sister and brother in law, my oldest brother El Revolutio, started to throw out the big R word…

”Racist” El started ranting “My little brother’s a racist”

I tried to gently correct him.  “You can call me a culturalist if you..”

“Racist” He squawked in his drug addled “larry flynnt” voice again” Racist! Racist!”

Alright so I jumped right into it with-out much intro and already most of you are probably thinking, and will still be thinking after reading this blog that my brother was right and that I am indeed a racist. Well truthfully, and let me say this as gently as possible, I just don’t give a fuck. If after reading this you don’t see the logic of my argument you may not wanna come back and read this blog again, you may not be smart enough to understand the things I’m going to say. Or maybe not crazy enough.

I mean what the hell do I know– I’m a dysfunctional unit.

Anyway let me just git to it.

So the subject came up what I like about living in the frozen north as compared to the Land of Oz (So Cal). Among the pleasantries I extolled about my new home base was the old timey-ness…Okay so my exact words were that I enjoy living in an area that is more mono cultural. What I meant of course is that So Dak is still, in general, like the America I grew up with. What I meant was in my home town, in my neighborhood (in the “sf ghetto”) children’s bikes still lay out on the neighbors lawn all night long and no one steals them.

Okay so I’m getting off track cause I wanna make sure I address this key issue from a larger stand point then my need to recreate Norman Rockwell America…whoa there I go again see, my brother is right…or is he?

What I mean is that how we act, how we behave is not the result of the color of our skin. Or did I miss something?  Claiming that our social or cultural behaviors are linked specifically, genetically to our race seems to be the most racist statement of all.

If this weren’t true then white people would have no trouble with young boys walking around in backward hats and baggy pants sayin “yo, yo, yo”. If it was solely skin color then why do so many blacks hate successful conservative black Americans.

“Whiggers”  are still white, “Oreos”  are still black, yet their respective races despise them. If it were about race, or the color of our skin, this would not be the case. Yet consistently when a person of any race begins behaving outside of their culturally accepted patterns their brothers and sisters in color reject them. Culture trumps race.

As another example, lets look at the difference between how many blacks view Herman Cain. Mr. Cain is definitely a black man racially speaking. A proud and successful member of his race who should be exemplified by his community, instead he is villified. I love Herman Cain, like most of his supporters that I’ve talked to, not because or despite the color of his skin, but because he is a proud supporter of, and a shining example of the American Culture.

So am I saying there’s no such thing as racism…nothing could be further from what I have said here. What I am saying is that many times when we talk (debate, argue, fight) as a country we use the word race when we mean culture. We cannot work to solve a problem without first addressing it from a true and real perspective.

This is what drives me crazy about most of our social discussions here in America. We can never fix a problem that we can’t discuss from the perspective of truth.

Am I a racist? Again you’re going to believe whatever you want, but, if you want to label me truthfully label me a culturalist?

There are some after reading this that will still want to say that I don’t understand what I am talking about. And I admit that I am certainly not very sensitive to other’s cry baby problems.

Like slavery, did I mention somewhere above that American Blacks should be thankful for slavery…

Now why did I say that…now I’m going to have to explain that statement in my next blog.

Don’t get too upset. There is logic to my statement.

Or at least I think there is.

But then again what the hell do I know…

I’m a dysfunctional unit.

dysu October 28th 2011 8 pm