Since Barack Obama became president--despite a bungled oath of office (not his fault, really; the only person in America who can't recite the oath from memory is, apparently, the current chief justice of the Supreme Court)--there's been a phrase tossed around like bird seed at a park: post-racial America.
I'm not certain what it means, post-racial America. I think the phrase is intended to mean the Negro's finally come up from slavery and into the Oval Office so we can all shut the fuck up about racism. Or maybe it emphasizes how a lot of white people moved beyond their own racial biases and voted for a minority. Or maybe it just means we cashed a post-dated check deposited by Lincoln on the day he signed the Emancipation Proclamation.
Anyway, it is a good thing, this post-racial America. Doesn't exist, and we know it, but it is a nice thing to hear about. Post-racial. Thank god. Now we can move on.
Here's an odd story: Greg was told recently that the term "redneck" is an offensive term. Really! He was at work, talking to co-workers, and he used the term "redneck" a few times in reference to, I don't know, Republicans or something. Something innocuous. Anyway, the next day, he was called into the HR office and told how awful the term is, how hurtful and derogatory. Greg protested. "I'm from Alabama," he told HR. "The only person who could possibly be offended here is me."
When Greg came home, he told me about his warning from HR. I did what you'd expect. I sang a verse of Randy Newman's "Rednecks."
A few weeks back, in Fort Worth, Texas, on the 40th anniversary of the Stonewall riots, a gay bar was raided. Perfect time to raid a gay bar: on the anniversary of Stonewall. The gay community adores and appreciates a good raid, but if you go the extra mile and do the raid on the anniversary of Stonewall, well... that just makes the raid all the more special.
A guy got brained nearly to death during the Texas raid, by the way. So bonus points to the Fort Worth police force. If there'd been no injuries, no one would've known there'd been a raid, and that'd be the true tragedy.
Hey, post-racial America. The phrase might mean we're now free to hate people for any reason at all--we don't have to hate people with a different color skin. We can just outright hate people for being, ew, people.
Of course the funny thing is, not many people care anymore if they're hated. Most people are just happy to get through the day in one piece. So maybe post-racial America means a docile, compliant, comfortable America, where we're all relieved that it wasn't us in the bar that got raided by cops or arrested for walking into our own home. So long as we're not raided or arrested, we're satisfied.
Unless you're a crazy white guy. Then you're bound to be actively and loudly pissed for 4-8 years.
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