I have called the greater environs of the city of Atlanta home for over twenty years now; it is a place I love for many obscure and masochistic reasons. It holds a seemingly endless roster of musical innovators and too many legitimate cultural influencers to name here. But one of the things about Atlanta I truly value most, what makes me feel safe at home here despite the occasional tragedies life tends to offer, will probably surprise you.
Something I cherish about Atlanta sincerely, is its preponderance of church-going black people.
Say what you will about the “Bible Belt”, if you are foreign or hostile to the region, but it’s the only thing holding up the Pants of America. And brother, I don’t know if you’ve looked around lately, but those pants are hanging mighty low.
Thanks to the deep roots of church-going black people in Atlanta, the progressive rot infesting so many other American metropolises has been largely repelled. Since going to church never gained the stigma that it did with white people over the last fifty years, the communities here are functional and strong enough to keep the regular world running. That means families. Families mean prosperity.
Is Atlanta perfect? No, but in my book it’s better than most cities, and credit where due, it’s thanks to the families of church-going black people. Accuse me of being a corny motherfucker all you want; I calls ’em like I sees ’em.
Are there areas of Atlanta that are hostile to white folks? Of course! Are those places easy to get to, or happen upon? No! You would have to go massively out of your way to find them. Do you know what happens if you visit one while being white? A black person will kindly inform you of the option of being somewhere else. Not in a condescending or threatening way, but with visible concern for your well-being and safety. I know this from experience!
That’s built-in, familial behavior that only comes from longtime roots in a community of people. You invariably give a shit about what you have and where you are, because you have a tangible stake in it. You want what’s best not just for yourself but those around you, because you know them. You know their lives; in some small way, you’re part of them.
If a black resident of Atlanta hates white people, they say so. Frankly I find this to be somewhat rare here, but technically it would qualify as “racist”, unless you’re a white liberal who believes that black people can’t be racist. Which would make you racist, by engaging in Bigotry of Low Expectations, and implying that black people don’t have “agency over their words”, or some such. Am I getting that right?
Under the current liberal criteria, not only am I a racist, but so is everyone I’ve ever known, admired, or who made me laugh. The Founding Fathers were racists. Every president of America was a racist, and that goes double for Obama. You think Obama’s cool, right? Guess what, faggit! You think a racist is cool!
How about Mahatma Gandhi, or Che Guevara? The former got a pious bildungsroman with Sir Ben Kingsley, and the latter is the boy-crush of limousine liberals like Sean Penn and Steven Soderbergh, as seen on countless $30 “Rage Against The Machine” tees. Did you know that both Gandhi and Guevara thought black people were worth less than animal shit? Do you think that damaged their progressive cachet one iota?
All the funniest classic TV shows and movies are totally racist. The best musicians are all racists. Have you ever heard a song by somebody who made a big deal about not being racist? It sucked, didn’t it? Here, argue with this:
Under liberal and/or progressive criteria, it is safer to assume someone is racist than otherwise. Because the word “racist” has been so diluted to include an ever-widening range of accusations, we are at a point where being a racist means simply being honest.
Beyond the shadow of a doubt, I would trust someone who is considered a racist over someone who claims to be a liberal. The so-called racist isn’t going to lie to my face on behalf of a political agenda, politician, or a minority group they’ve chosen as a “purse-puppy”. The racist isn’t going to scold or lecture me over their negative prejudice of my whiteness or masculinity. The racist isn’t going to spuriously claim that men can have babies, or utilize communist doublespeak like “cishet” and “sex worker”. The racist isn’t going to insult my intelligence by insisting that I’m a bad person for refusing to date or fuck a surgically-altered man who dresses up like a lunatic prostitute. The racist won’t “block” me or stop speaking to me if I opine that a used rubber penis would make a smarter and more capable commander-in-chief than Hillary Clinton and Kamala Harris combined. The racist won’t gossip with all their little bubble-buddies about what a huge racist I supposedly am, ostensibly to elevate their social standing.
Every single thing I just mentioned, liberals have done to me, or my friends and family members. And just in case anyone thinks I’m using “liberal” as a substitute for “Jew”, I’ve got news for you; Jews are the most racist people on Earth. They not only hate everyone who isn’t Jewish, they even hate themselves! That’s as racist as it gets! It’s literally impossible to be more racist! You don’t hate Jews, do ya?
Here’s a test for you to try. Engage a liberal in conversation, and either question or speak critically of the following three words: black lives matter. It doesn’t even have to be specific to the (totally not grifting) organization that claims that title. Watch as the liberal’s face contorts in confusion and horror, as their mind scrambles for the proper ways to “educate” you, in the form of insults, condescending slogans and pseudo-intellectual peacocking. Observe the torturous mental gymnastics they perform as they do everything in their power to show that they are “not racist”. Listen as they invent black people whole-cloth out of the aether, crafting an imaginary hung jury to convict you of wrongthink. It’s like a day at the goddamn movies!
As they continue their stammering, brainwashed apoplexy of manufactured indignation, simply smile (like a racist) and remind yourself of the words of some guy named Malcolm X from a long time ago, regarding their chosen affiliation. He knew a thing or two about the subject, from experience.
Now, dropping this daisy-cutter of truth on any given liberal will invariably provoke a typical knee-jerk riposte that conservatives are the real racists, the real oppressors of black people, and of course, the real Nazis. (Liberals of the 2020’s, particularly those who lead comfortable lives of prosperity almost a century after Hitler’s rise to power, love to label people “Nazis”.) Turns out ol’ Malcolm had a rebuttal for that as well.
Okay? A “Black Lives Matter” sign on a front lawn is no different than a “Support Our Troops” magnet on a bumper, or a Jesus-fish sticker on a rear window. It is the tool of someone who wants to be seen as supportive and virtuous, without the hard work of actually doing it. It’s the same level of hypocrisy. And the acid test to determine if someone’s a hypocrite is oh-so-simple; hypocrites have absolutely no sense of humor. They can’t. A mere second of self-awareness or levity would expose their hypocrisy to the world.
Make no mistake, my friends. If you want to find people legitimately engaged in the act of harmful racism, look no further than the ones who go out of their way to tell everyone they’re not racist. And if you refuse to play the liberal’s game of proclaiming how NOT RACIST you are, regardless of proof or evidence, they will label you “racist”. Because they earnestly believe that you, like them, have something terrible to hide. Liberals are just like Scientologists; they want you to confess some transgression that they can use against you. Liberals only learn about historical figures so that they can unearth “problematic” aspects, as convenient evidence to judge and deride those figures. They only reserve empathy and compassion for the people they secretly think can’t do better for themselves. They only consider a person’s time and place when it’s publicly exploitable for oppression points.
They think Mark Twain was a racist. They can’t let a mention of H.P. Lovecraft go without bringing up what he named his black cat. They think R. Crumb is a racist, because he satirically (and hilariously) utilized pervading racial stereotypes from the early 20th century in his cartoons. They never call Stephen King a racist (even though he’s unironically penned black children saying things like “o lawdy it be da debil”) because he was compensated to hate-tweet about Trump, who is, I’m told by liberals, a total racist. They say it every day, like a holy mantra, because if they say it enough times, it’ll become true, even without any solid proof.
Some of you out there are just never gonna get it, until the time comes, and come it will, when they call you a racist. It will finally dawn on you; they don’t know you, and yet they felt justified in labeling you something you know you are not. At last your mind will open. How many people have they called “racist”, whom they didn’t even know? Why does the media listen when they do? Why would anyone? What kind of stupid, guilt-riddled mendicant would toss around a judgment like that, with no evidence?
As sure as the sun will set, you will one day be called a racist. My advice is to do what I do. Take away its power not by fighting it, but embracing it. Embracist. You want to help liberals and their ilk divide people and destroy communities? Then by all means, gnash and cry the magic words I’M NOT RACIST. You want to make the world better? Then laugh and tell those who judge you unfairly to go fuck their mothers if they can find them. Don’t play into liberal gambits. They’d love nothing more than to drag you down to their level of misery and hypocrisy. They gleefully installed a provably racist fraud into the Oval Office, and they lie to themselves every single day that he hasn’t destroyed the country in less than four years. They still think they did the right thing, no matter how short-sighted, treasonous and criminal it was and continues to be. They’ll do it again without a second thought. As sure as the sun will set.
Given the choice, I’d rather hang out with the “racists”, than those assholes. At least the racists are honest.
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