According to a New York Times article, Congressman Robert Pittenger said what he really felt, but didn’t have the courage to stick by it. His heat of the moment apology is him backpedaling because at his heart, he’s a racist and he didn’t want anyone to know it. I have met a lot of racists and they all feel this way. That blacks owe whites for what they have. That blacks should just be grateful for their lot in life. That blacks aren’t as good as whites. That blacks can’t compete. That blacks have every advantage and they just wallow in their despair.
Now, they are some racists who have black friends. The kicker is those black friends are just like them (minus the racist part). They live the same kind of life and the racist is able to point to their black friends and say, “I’m not racist. See, I have black friends.”
So, when Congressman Robert Pittenger says that blacks hate white people, he’s just saying what he truly believes. When he says he’s sorry, well, his racist base knows he has to say that to make the damn liberal media happy.
It’s time those of us who are not racist take a stand. We cannot tolerate this anymore.
Sad to say, but racism still exists in American. It would be great if it didn’t, but it does. We need to work to eliminate it. Also, if you don’t think it’s a big deal – you might be part of the problem.
I’ve been listening to Robert Caro’s book “The Passage to Power”. The book is about Lyndon Johnson as Vice Presidency, as well as when he took over the Presidency after Kennedy’s assassination. When JFK was murdered in Dallas on that long ago November day, the 1964 tax cut bill and the Civil Rights Act were both floundering in Congress. Thanks to Johnson’s political savvy, both were passed.
And, I was thinking about this today, I am in the generation that first benefitted from the Civil Rights Act. I went to school in mixed raced classrooms. I made friends with kids who didn’t look a thing like me. As I’ve grown up, I have made friendships with people across the race spectrum.
It is my humble opinion that these friendships have made me a better human being. I’m blessed to have my life enriched by friends of all races and I’m glad that Lyndon Johnson did what Kennedy couldn’t.
And, as I meet more and more people who are choosing to home school their children, I have to wonder; how will their children be able to cope when faced with people of a different race? How will they deal with someone who is nothing like them?
It makes me a little sad to think that the progress made in our great country to accept those who are different might slide a little farther back.
Still, God bless the memory of LBJ and, of course, God bless America.