This an excerpt from a piece at Classical Values:(my bold print)
From Evan Coyne Maloney (link via Pajamas Media) I have found a perfect example of real life imitating satire, quoted verbatim from the Seattle public school system's Definitions of Racism:
Cultural Racism:
Those aspects of society that overtly and covertly attribute value and normality to white people and Whiteness, and devalue, stereotype, and label people of color as “other”, different, less than, or render them invisible. Examples of these norms include defining white skin tones as nude or flesh colored, having a future time orientation, emphasizing individualism as opposed to a more collective ideology, defining one form of English as standard, and identifying only Whites as great writers or composers.
It would be downright hilarious if it wasn't the official definition of racism at a taxpayer-financed public school.
Yeah, that darn white future time orientation. Who needs it, anyway? It is just so white bread. I always felt worrying about tomorrow was just a waste of time, but I didn't realize that it was because I am white. May I safely assume that if I "think brown" that I don't have to do my homework? Hey - the gummint will take care of me, right? Or my girlfriends or my Momma? Somebody?
And may I say that I am deeply offended by this stereotyping of whites. My white girlfriend is never on time. Maybe she is "brown" under her skin?
Mr. Free Market had this: "Is there a word in Italian for manana?" "Yes there is, but it doesn't have quite the same sense of urgency."
But Italians aren't "brown," are they? Or are they? Maybe the Sicillians are a little bit brown, being so close to Africa...and the Neapolitans somewhat less so...What gives?
Is this a black thing, or a brown thing, or a Mediterranean thing? No wrist watches? No sundials?
I guess I just don't get it, and I never will. I am so sick of this BS. Can't we just take people as individuals? Woops - wrong - I guess that's not the "collective ideology." My apologies to Mao's sacred corpse: for a moment there, I must have imagined that I was a person and not a minor fragment of a collective. Shame on me - as usual...but it's not my fault - my nasty skin color did it to me, and my skin doesn't "think collective". Skin pigmentation determines your thoughts - I must never forget that important, simple fact. From now on, I will let my skin do my thinking for me. C'mon skin - think hard and deep and true!
And, by the way, Roll over, Beethoven.
