I don’t know how you get kudos as a “feminist author,” but clearly it’s not for having a keen grasp of basic civics.
https://www.foxnews.com/media/jill-filipovic-democrats-white-guy-election
Here we have a “feminist author” suggesting that her Democrat Party pledge itself to run “no white guys” for president in 2024. So, like, if the greatest and wisest person in the world were running, but he was a white guy, up against the worst and dumbest person in the world, who was not a white guy, our “feminist author” would prefer the Democrats nominate the stupid bad person.
Do any of these identity politics buffoons know what a president is, or is supposed to be, or does? Or is this just, to them, some kind of national popularity contest in which every whining group gets its turn to have a president who looks like them? Is this what the Democrat Party has come to? (Hint: Yes.)
But of course we’re talking about someone for whom “author” isn’t enough, but she has to be a “feminist author.” How many points is that worth? “It may be poop, but at least it’s feminist poop!”
Too many people like this are allowed to vote.
Mathew chapter 23 is a good description of these kinds of people. I call it the hypocrite chapter. And that Joe Biden – what a dufus. He is a continual gaff machine – is that presidential material? I don’t think so. I guess so many Dems are scared to death of Bernie that they are voting for Biden.
Their brand of equality is actually quite discriminatory.
As best I recall the civil rights efforts of the ‘60s were to achieve equality. As I understood it, the goal was to achieve a color blind society where no one would be discriminated against on the basis of ethnicity. Certainly a laudable goal, but somehow, the divisive aspect seems to have gotten worse.
It ended up the exact opposite of the original intention.
That’s for sure. The popular view is that there was nothing but racial hatred in the past, but at least growing up in the north, things seemed pretty smooth back then, compared to now.
Yes, I grew up in the north east and it was ok.
When I was in grade school, perhaps 3rd grade, it was explained to us in Social Studies class that there had been slavery, mostly in the southern U.S. and that there was still discrimination practiced in some places. To a person, we were appalled.
The area was populated mostly by the descendants of Scandinavian and German immigrants, but there were a handful of black families in town, although not right where we lived. When I went to Jr. High, there was a black kid in one of my classes, and I never heard anyone say anything bad about him. We became friends, sharing an interest in music, and were welcome guests in one another’s homes. If anyone had tried to bother this kid, they would have had to face a wall of white kids willing to defend him.
There was only one person of Hispanic ancestry that I met in those years, a fellow from Mexico who married a friend of my mother. It never occurred to me to look down upon him, and was unaware that anyone would behave that way. To me, he was just a cool looking guy who spoke with an interesting accent. Who cares? My grandmother had a Swedish accent, and no one was bothered by that.
There were a handful of people in town who used racial slurs, and this was seen as a sign of crudeness and uncultured behavior. I can only think of two adults that ever used such language, both alcoholics who probably learned the racial slurs in the military. There was one kid who used such terms, the son of one of the people I mentioned above, and I only heard that once.
Northerners were shocked when visiting the south at the discrimination.
It is unimaginable. I traveled through the Deep South in the early 2000s. Even then, I felt like I was in a much different world. There was tension you could feel in the air. I was relieved when I left the area.
It seems like it was right under the surface.
I personally observed some very strange things. There was no institutional segregation, but there were definite social boundaries in place and it was best not to test the limits.
In my case, I was just passing through, and was glad to put it behind me.