American History X, white supremacists in general

[Tricen]

I have no problem with black people but I hate niggers

QFTW. Same applys to just about any ethnicity/minority/groups.

Exactly.

Tricen, my nigga, you're my hero. <3

Apparently a lot of people are allergic to openmindedness. Allergic reactions include: Raised blood pressure, foaming at the mouth, anal leakage, increased heart rate and breathing. Minor ones include circular logic and selective listening. It seems to be contagious among others, as everyone becomes inflamed when in the vicinity.

Exactly, but that is their problem not yours or mine. I refuse to apologize for someone else being a close minded buffoon. All you can do is do you, if someone else has an issue with it then they can lose sleep over it. You know me very well, I am forward and to the people and you know all too well how people are. Ignorance is bliss, the truth always has and always will scare people.

I personally, respect open minded people to no end. Sadly, it is a dying trend. People are all too content conforming to who other want them to be. That equates to failure from the jump.


Fayettenam in the house.

Anytime babe ;D

[Mizango]

kk omw.

[Robert]

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[Tricen]

I love being around closeminded people to the point where if I'm bored I just say 1 or 2 things and they go offfffffffffffffffffffffffff forever. You just watch them get flustered and work their brain to no end trying to make you believe them. It's funny sometimes with the older people.

[Mizango]

I have the same agitating effect on religious people.

[Denchi]

I agree with whatever Nietzsche says

[Tricen]

I remember studying philosophers in philosophy. Yeah I know that statement is dumb, but I bet you wont see this ;D Kirkiragard or however you spell the name was always fun to say.

[Mysterio]

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[archibaldcrane]

Growing up in liberal Madison, with not a whole lot of black people around when I was young, I was pretty colorblind. That Marcus Sanders kid in 4th grade sure was good at basketball, just like Michael Jordan on TV! Bill Cosby is funny, he makes the best faces.

However, little things started to creep up. My older brother would come home from middle school complaining about Julian Freeman, who would call him a faggot and talk about how he fucked my brother's "chink girlfriend" (she was Vietnamese). I saw how helpless this big black kid in my brother's middle school made him feel, to the point where my brother would talk about sitting in shop class with a wrench in his hand just staring at the back of Julian's head, wanting...

On the other front, my dad the high school math teacher at the very good public high school on the west side would talk about the kids he was teaching, especially to me since I was good in school. He had a bunch of kids in his accelerated geometry classes that were in middle school and would bus over to take higher math - almost all of whom were foreign-born asian kids of professors and grad students at UW-Madison. He would rave about how the smartest kid in his class would be some 7th grade Asian girl - very quiet, very nice. But don't get him started on the noisy black kids in the halls, who just don't have any discipline and will talk back to you like you just wouldn't believe. He always pointed out the race of his non-white students in his stories - growing up in all-white northern Wisconsin as a kid probably makes you more racially conscious than most, and that racial consciousness was quickly rubbing off on me. I stopped being colorblind.

My first girlfriend, in 8th grade, lived in my upper-middle class neighborhood. Her mom was black and cherokee, her dad was white. She was very "white cultured" and her race didn't seem particularly important while she was my girlfriend, at least for a while. I remember though, she got her hair styled into cornrows for a week, and man it weirded me out. She looked...black - I mean, she always had dark skin and kinky hair, but now...she really looked black. Black like Julian Freeman and the loud black students in the hall my dad always talked about. Black like the new batch of 6th graders my little sister was hanging out with, as they redrew the district lines of my middle school, encompassing a new low-income housing development nearby. My sister was acting more disrespectful, and her grades were suffering...it felt like she was getting in "with the wrong crowd".

I finally started to begin to identify myself as white, and with that I started to have white guilt. You see, growing up in a liberal college town, you don't talk about race much. Not in the open anyway. It's all subtlety and nuance. Everyone is equal, you see, but white people are at fault for why people of other races are poor, uneducated. They aren't getting a fair shake in the white-system - that's why they have trouble. It's your responsibility as a white person to not be a contributor to the failures of other races - we have to help them, but remember, everyone is equal. We're all the same, you see, but you're white and privileged because of that.

High school was different. There were black and hispanic kids there, but...not in my classes. Most of the things I took were "acamo" (academically motivated) or "TAG" (talented and gifted). I took french. I was with white people a huge percentage of the time. People were developing their identities, there were stoners and goth kids and jocks and preps and geeks and etc. etc. - race was only one of many modes of identity. But my racial consciousness was complete. I hadn't had enough exposure with "peers" that were black to make it a non-issue. And it wasn't just about race, it was just as much about culture, attitude. But I can't think that way. I'm white and privileged, and they aren't, and it's white people's fault. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with that information anymore, but it is what it is. I had a surprising incident though, when I was 16 - surprised myself completely. I had something buried in me that I didn't quite know was there, and it took one incident after a football game to bring it out.

It shocked me, and I eventually, years later, made a film about it, called Phone Call. It's weird, casting for a short film with dicey racial content - the white people in the "good guy" roles are -way- more wary of the content than the black people in the "bad guy" roles - they just play their part. My white professors were equally skeptical. I felt like I had touched on something, a piece of white guilt that resonated strongly. A white person portraying honestly a segment of his life which is divided along racial lines very clearly? Does that make me "part of the problem" that my upbringing has so carefully taught me to avoid? I got sick of tip-toeing around the issues of race. My vaunted school district in Madison, which was very frequently labeled among the best in the nation, had a 50% drop out rate among black students. Fifty-fucking-percent, and these were well-funded schools. Something was missing, and tip-toeing wasn't helping. I attack that tip-toeing as much as I can, in regular conversations with people of all races. I hate it - I despise it. I'm starting to ramble now, losing focus a bit, but ...yeah. There's my little bit on race. I've made two films with racial content so far, the one mentioned above and one called Mark - which was based on another race-related issue in my life, albeit with much more subtleness.

[Rigor]

I'm no racist, but I curb stomp mother fuckers every other day.

[Vail]

growing up outside of portland oregon I saw alot the racism, but alot of it had to do with the extreme minority of well, minorities in oregon. Oregon is like over 90% white in population so

things are getting better though, education about racism is defantly alot better now, and I believe alot more parents are teaching their kids better values here.

but when you're around so many white people and there is only 5 black kids in your whole high school (of 1100 students) it's pretty akward being around black people. When I joined the Navy and went to boot camp my division had more blacks in one room then I've ever seen in my whole life.

I'm still learning to be comfortable around other races because it's still abit akward for me honestly.

Family wise it's wide spread, my grandfather is with a woman from thailand, and my uncle is married to a southern black lady (my uncle also adopted 2 of her children from a pervious marriage). My brother on the hand it's hard to tell, he makes alot of racist comments and says he's joking, but the way he mostly says stuff leads me to believe he's not really joking :/

[Andarvi]

Growing up in liberal Madison, with not a whole lot of black people around when I was young, I was pretty colorblind. That Marcus Sanders kid in 4th grade sure was good at basketball, just like Michael Jordan on TV! Bill Cosby is funny, he makes the best faces.

However, little things started to creep up. My older brother would come home from middle school complaining about Julian Freeman, who would call him a faggot and talk about how he fucked my brother's "chink girlfriend" (she was Vietnamese). I saw how helpless this big black kid in my brother's middle school made him feel, to the point where my brother would talk about sitting in shop class with a wrench in his hand just staring at the back of Julian's head, wanting...

On the other front, my dad the high school math teacher at the very good public high school on the west side would talk about the kids he was teaching, especially to me since I was good in school. He had a bunch of kids in his accelerated geometry classes that were in middle school and would bus over to take higher math - almost all of whom were foreign-born asian kids of professors and grad students at UW-Madison. He would rave about how the smartest kid in his class would be some 7th grade Asian girl - very quiet, very nice. But don't get him started on the noisy black kids in the halls, who just don't have any discipline and will talk back to you like you just wouldn't believe. He always pointed out the race of his non-white students in his stories - growing up in all-white northern Wisconsin as a kid probably makes you more racially conscious than most, and that racial consciousness was quickly rubbing off on me. I stopped being colorblind.

My first girlfriend, in 8th grade, lived in my upper-middle class neighborhood. Her mom was black and cherokee, her dad was white. She was very "white cultured" and her race didn't seem particularly important while she was my girlfriend, at least for a while. I remember though, she got her hair styled into cornrows for a week, and man it weirded me out. She looked...black - I mean, she always had dark skin and kinky hair, but now...she really looked black. Black like Julian Freeman and the loud black students in the hall my dad always talked about. Black like the new batch of 6th graders my little sister was hanging out with, as they redrew the district lines of my middle school, encompassing a new low-income housing development nearby. My sister was acting more disrespectful, and her grades were suffering...it felt like she was getting in "with the wrong crowd".

I finally started to begin to identify myself as white, and with that I started to have white guilt. You see, growing up in a liberal college town, you don't talk about race much. Not in the open anyway. It's all subtlety and nuance. Everyone is equal, you see, but white people are at fault for why people of other races are poor, uneducated. They aren't getting a fair shake in the white-system - that's why they have trouble. It's your responsibility as a white person to not be a contributor to the failures of other races - we have to help them, but remember, everyone is equal. We're all the same, you see, but you're white and privileged because of that.

High school was different. There were black and hispanic kids there, but...not in my classes. Most of the things I took were "acamo" (academically motivated) or "TAG" (talented and gifted). I took french. I was with white people a huge percentage of the time. People were developing their identities, there were stoners and goth kids and jocks and preps and geeks and etc. etc. - race was only one of many modes of identity. But my racial consciousness was complete. I hadn't had enough exposure with "peers" that were black to make it a non-issue. And it wasn't just about race, it was just as much about culture, attitude. But I can't think that way. I'm white and privileged, and they aren't, and it's white people's fault. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with that information anymore, but it is what it is. I had a surprising incident though, when I was 16 - surprised myself completely. I had something buried in me that I didn't quite know was there, and it took one incident after a football game to bring it out.

It shocked me, and I eventually, years later, made a film about it, called Phone Call. It's weird, casting for a short film with dicey racial content - the white people in the "good guy" roles are -way- more wary of the content than the black people in the "bad guy" roles - they just play their part. My white professors were equally skeptical. I felt like I had touched on something, a piece of white guilt that resonated strongly. A white person portraying honestly a segment of his life which is divided along racial lines very clearly? Does that make me "part of the problem" that my upbringing has so carefully taught me to avoid? I got sick of tip-toeing around the issues of race. My vaunted school district in Madison, which was very frequently labeled among the best in the nation, had a 50% drop out rate among black students. Fifty-fucking-percent, and these were well-funded schools. Something was missing, and tip-toeing wasn't helping. I attack that tip-toeing as much as I can, in regular conversations with people of all races. I hate it - I despise it. I'm starting to ramble now, losing focus a bit, but ...yeah. There's my little bit on race. I've made two films with racial content so far, the one mentioned above and one called Mark - which was based on another race-related issue in my life, albeit with much more subtleness.

At times you can be sarcastic arch so I read this twice to be sure and dont sense much of it here...am i being wooshed? Either way, well written and introspecting post. If the sarcasm is there, I am reading it as if it werent.

Dont know if this has much to do with what you wrote, but Ill say that so many problems with race relations in general are more so cultural, or media propetuated problems, than race. This occurs on both of a national standpoint and within the racial demographics themselves.

[Andarvi]

growing up outside of portland oregon I saw alot the racism, but alot of it had to do with the extreme minority of well, minorities in oregon. Oregon is like over 90% white in population so

things are getting better though, education about racism is defantly alot better now, and I believe alot more parents are teaching their kids better values here.

but when you're around so many white people and there is only 5 black kids in your whole high school (of 1100 students) it's pretty akward being around black people. When I joined the Navy and went to boot camp my division had more blacks in one room then I've ever seen in my whole life.

I'm still learning to be comfortable around other races because it's still abit akward for me honestly.

Family wise it's wide spread, my grandfather is with a woman from thailand, and my uncle is married to a southern black lady (my uncle also adopted 2 of her children from a pervious marriage). My brother on the hand it's hard to tell, he makes alot of racist comments and says he's joking, but the way he mostly says stuff leads me to believe he's not really joking :/

Thats kind of hot?

[archibaldcrane]

At times you can be sarcastic arch so I read this twice to be sure and dont sense much of it here...am i being wooshed? Either way, well written and introspecting post. If the sarcasm is there, I am reading it as if it werent.

Dont know if this has much to do with what you wrote, but Ill say that so many problems with race relations in general are more so cultural, or media propetuated problems, than race. This occurs on both of a national standpoint and within the racial demographics themselves.

No, no whooshing, the only thing that might be a hint of sarcasm would be when I try to describe how "white people are supposed to feel about things involving race", but it's not really sarcasm, it's just...hard to describe I guess. More like I'm speaking from a point of view that isn't exactly my own, but can't be attributed to any particular person - the voice of the "white liberal population" I guess.

[Eaglestrike]

Edit: I dislike Rednecks, imo embracing your redneckness is on par with a black dude you see walking, cursing all loud, pants to his knees and rapping some Soulja boy bullshit.

While I agree to a point, I've seen some interviews with Blue Collar tour members and also was channel surfing and saw Gretchen Wilson (think that's her name, female country singer) and they defined being a redneck as essentially not having much in life, but still enjoying life. Instead of always wanting more and more stuff (like you'll see a LOT of people do) they believe a redneck is someone who enjoys what he already has. And with that definition I can completely understand redneck pride.

I haven't seen a lot of racism in my life, only two instances I can think of. One being a little brother of a friend I played with when I was younger calling one of the black kids we played with a nigger, always seemed a bit odd that a 4-5 year old knew that word and who was associated with it. The other being my father, opposing my brother transferring to a more inner-city school saying he shouldn't go to school with a "bunch of niggers" but considering most of the kids at that school fit the definition of "nigga" that might not have been a racist remark, never seen my father use that word anywhere else and he had no problem with my black friends as a kid.

Overall though, I completely agree with Mizango's points and beliefs. The best way to fix racism is to make the present have no racism, you can't change racism in the past.

[Tricen]

I hate rednecks. There was a lot around where I loved too, so it was like, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. They tend to be loud, and obnoxious. Really loud and obnoxious. Apparently they think their grossly uneducated opinion is valid and evvveeerryyyoooneeee has to hear it. They are like, really dumb alpha-male-esque vaginas.

[Eaglestrike]

I hate rednecks. There was a lot around where I loved too, so it was like, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. They tend to be loud, and obnoxious. Really loud and obnoxious. Apparently they think their grossly uneducated opinion is valid and evvveeerryyyoooneeee has to hear it. They are like, really dumb alpha-male-esque vaginas.

You mean like members of your LS?

[Mizango]

Edit: I dislike Rednecks, imo embracing your redneckness is on par with a black dude you see walking, cursing all loud, pants to his knees and rapping some Soulja boy bullshit.

While I agree to a point, I've seen some interviews with Blue Collar tour members and also was channel surfing and saw Gretchen Wilson (think that's her name, female country singer) and they defined being a redneck as essentially not having much in life, but still enjoying life. Instead of always wanting more and more stuff (like you'll see a LOT of people do) they believe a redneck is someone who enjoys what he already has. And with that definition I can completely understand redneck pride.

I haven't seen a lot of racism in my life, only two instances I can think of. One being a little brother of a friend I played with when I was younger calling one of the black kids we played with a nigger, always seemed a bit odd that a 4-5 year old knew that word and who was associated with it. The other being my father, opposing my brother transferring to a more inner-city school saying he shouldn't go to school with a "bunch of niggers" but considering most of the kids at that school fit the definition of "nigga" that might not have been a racist remark, never seen my father use that word anywhere else and he had no problem with my black friends as a kid.

Overall though, I completely agree with Mizango's points and beliefs. The best way to fix racism is to make the present have no racism, you can't change racism in the past.

Well said

But I should clarify, I dislike the redneck culture of the ignorant. I like the Blue collar comedy specials also. Here in North Carolina, people will walk around openly; mullets flowing, slamming Milwaukee's Best, Tattoes that read "White trash" or "Redneck n proud of it" on top of the Confederate flag, all while embracing their ignorant 5th grade educated views on politics and society.

I am impartial to the views on the Confederate flag (Which btw still flies on the Capital buildings here in NC and SC) seeing as how I can see the pride behind it. The fact is they had ancestors that died for the Confederacy and flying it in that regard is meant to be a tribute to the fallen. But on the flip side, the flag symbolizes oppression, slavery and a deep seeded hatred for any minority. You can equate it to the term "Fag" or "Faggot" in todays culture. Many people use the term, not as a slam towards homosexuals per se, but as a jab against a friend or rival. But at the end of the day the word is perceived as derogatory toward a specific class of people. Saying/Using it can be easily taken out of context and does not render it any less hurtful.

So I was actually directing that "Redneck" comment to RL people that embrace their own ignorance as opposed to using it for entertainment purposes. Should have made that clearer.

[riddaraan]

I live in Houston, and have friends who live in Beaumont, which is just to the east of here. Louisiana isn't far from Beaumont, perhaps about a 30 minute drive. But between the border & Beaumont lies the little town of Vidor. My friends & I used to meet up in Vidor, at the community center, to hang out & play LARP vampire. Anyway, one day, on the way to the VCC, I got pulled over, doing about 80 on the freeway. I was dressed fairly nicely, as were my three passengers. The cop, who seemed like he was as ancient as Moses asked where I was heading. I told him, and he looked at me, then at my three, male, white passengers. He smiled, nodded and said, "Be careful. We'd hate to lose fine young men like yourselves in a wreck." And he let us go, without a warning.

When I got to the VCC, I asked my friend what the hell that was about. He laughed and explained to me that the VCC was where the local chapter of the KKK met on a regular basis. Then he told me about a billboard which had hovered above I-10 for about half his life, until it was taken down in the mid-90's. It sat right in the middle of Vidor - which is pretty much a one stoplight town.

"Niggers, keep on driving."

I never felt comfortable about going back there. When I drive through, to Louisiana, I keep on driving.

[Shuemue]

My last experience with an openly racist person was in a pub in London. This guy was at the bar chatting to random people as they were being served. It turns out that on that particular day he'd become a card-carrying fully paid-up member of the BNP. For those who don't know, the BNP or British National Party are basically the 'acceptable' face of the National Front and nazi movements in Britain.

Anyway, one of the guys I'm with decides to buy this guy a beer and have a chat with him. Anton, my friend, is a Russian living in London. He's also a highly respected human rights activist, with epic political awareness and is pretty well read on a whole bunch of subjects. We leave them to it and go down a few cocktails. Anton joins us later with a smug look on his face and reports back that the BNP guy has torn up his membership card and would be severing all ties with them asap.

Good times!

As for the White Pride thing, I can understand that. I'm British, I'm white, I'm male, I'm reasonably healthy. I know my life is better than it is for many other people. I didn't choose to be born more privileged than anyone else, why the fuck should I feel guilty? Why the fuck should everyone else be allowed to be proud of their background and not me, just because I've been lucky? Why the fuck am I told that I can't fly the flag of my nation, England, like the Scots, Welsh and Irish, just because a few racist cunts have flown MY flag on their shitty marches?