Wednesday, February 25, 2009
So everyone’s up in arms about this NY Post cartoon.
And yea, I get it, it’s incredibly racist. Like bold faced, I don’t give a fuck, that’s my momma racist.
But here’s the deal – I don’t care.
My boss emails me (because I’m black? Pause.) talking about he may swing by the protest Al Sharpton is having at the NY post later in the day, and I was thinking… eh.
Does that make me a bad person?
Or did Obama really end racism?
For the record, I’ve always been sort of aloof of racism. Even when it stared me straight in the face. In 5th grade, on my first day of school, I’m standing in the lunch line and some real goober looking lame ass kid wants to call me a nigger. He was wearing a fisherman’s cap for godssake, and I was supposed to be insulted?? I just ignored it. Even at the young age of 10, I knew this was this lame-o’s one opportunity in middle school life to feel bigger than someone else. So I let him get away with it, because I knew he wasn’t talking about me. I could tell he was just testing the word on his tongue. Cause I’ve never been, nor will I ever be, a nigger. Sorry, you’ve got the wrong person.
This isn’t to say I’m completely oblivious to the racism around me. I'm very aware that racism is alive and well.
But in 2009, when your president is black, it’s kind of like the ultimate race card that trumps everything.
Oh your piddily little newspaper, that’s probably on the brink of bankruptcy, wants to publish a cartoon that’s not even funny, that doesn’t even make remote sense and draws invisible connections to obviously remote and unrelated situations?
Whatever. My president is black. OUR president is black. Fuck you.