Lots of taking out of context, insinuations and outright fabrications.
I find it offensive you take my comments and compare me to a racist like Strom Thurmond or a wind bag like Rush Limbaugh. Would you like me to call you a racist like Jesse Jackson, or Al Sharpton? I'm sure you wouldn't like to be compared to two of the most bigoted black men in America but that's what you just did to me.
Let's surmise: You're white, you're racist. That's the argument I've seen time and again. No one dares out-right say it but that's the implication.
I have never said such a thing. I have never believed such a thing. I will say, however, that I am concerned about the assumptions you've jumped to, that this should be a conflict divided along racial lines, and in trying to paint yourself as a victim of some kind of reverse discrimination and other such trite regurgitations.
You can make all the claims, accusations and denials you want, but you sure can't keep them staight, can you? As we can see from
Hermiod's response, you most certainly can't keep the "facts" straight.
Fictitiously yours, Trent Roman
Most definitely fictious I'd say.
You are so full of self righteousness you can't even see how you're acting yourself. Not that this makes much difference but I read an interesting story on racism, stereotypes and prejudices from African Americans today. It's quite telling, though no doubt I'll see a litany of refutes like the previous one to try to cover up your own prejudice nature.
Take a read, I'm sure you can find some way to turn around and make this about how I'm some KKK white-power worshipper or something, like you tried with your previous post.
I find this the most telling part of the article though:
In Athens, Ezeamuzie found his ideals at odds with those who shared his skin color at Clarke Central High School, his first stint in a public school.
On his first day, he donned khakis, a button-down dress shirt and nice leather shoes. He caught the African-Americans' attention upon stepping into the cafeteria, he said.
"They give me the look," he said. "Why is this guy dressed like the white folks, like the preppy guys?"
Ezeamuzie didn't understand why so few black students were in his advanced-placement classes. He didn't understand the de facto lunchroom segregation or the accusing glances he got for eating with white classmates. One classmate called him a traitor and asked, "Do you not like black people?"
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Ezeamuzie recalled finding himself more confused by his experience with some African-Americans: Why were they so cliquish? Why did they mock students for being intelligent? Why were they homophobic and bent on using the n-word? Why did every conversation seem to involve drugs, girls or materialism?
"They kind of accepted me. They saw me a little differently, but I was thinking this is a very narrow mindset," Ezeamuzie said.
Ezeamuzie and other Africans say they feel African-Americans too often dwell on slavery and the racism that has persisted for more than a century since the Emancipation Proclamation.
For those slow on the uptake, these black students were about as racist as you can get-- against a fellow black student who was African. They were so ingrained against being "white" that when they saw a black student who acted that way, they had to challenge it. This is to point out that far from it being the one way direction
some members imply, it's quite obviously not forced or imposed by white racists alone.
What else is left to say? All the talk of racism, and we have it against our own skin color.
Trent Roman claims to be a heterophile liking diversity yet when challenged to his views, his first reaction is to declare it racism, make a rather nasty comparison to a well known racist and then try to paint the offender as someone to disregard. I don't think there's more for me to add, although I have no doubt there will be lengthy, nit-picking reply to counter every point made and to make it something it's not, like it always is when the argument that's so clearly thought out turns out not to be so simple and well defined.