Monday Moaning: Bred racist.
Okay now the title itself is very extreme but before you lose your temper one should read before sharing their thoughts. It is a great deal around us and here the fight is already lighting up a big fire. It is said that we are teaching our children slavery, racism and the likes.
Let me first of start with saying that what happened in ancient days is can never be righted just by saying so. What ever happened is wrong and we know damn well it should not happen again. This is referring to slavery of course. With that also came racism. There is most likely no denying. I say most likely as I never lived in that era so I can only go by what once was written down.
We do know rewriting history is impossible, and these days we try to live our life the best we can, without prejudice. But for some reason there are people who are still trying to rewrite history, telling us what we learned is wrong. Yeah we know, it was wrong, no need to rub in our faces the whole time.
There is this tradition and it is the cause of it all. Of a white saint (the now slave driver) with hundreds of coloured people walking, dancing, joking and doing tricks, around him. Bringing a smile, candy and present to those kids who have been nice. And so that is a story. In our language these coloured people are called servants, that is the translation though one might also call them a page which was also a servant, a helper or assistant. But I am now told I am teaching our children that slavery is good. Yes according to most the coloured are slaves.
If I am teaching the children about slavery and racism than I to was bred to be one. I to was taught these lessons. Though in my mind when I was younger, I never thought about that. All I seen was presents and candy. There is a part of me who could say I understand your frustration, but it is not what we teach.
There is also a certain age limit to which one beliefs it to be real. Stories told when one gets older about a saint long dead who was or came to know as the saint of children. (I think that is what or how it is called). Right or wrong the man is dead so we stop believing. But the littlest among us smile seeing them pass by. Hold up their hands in the hope those bright smiles show up and give them a hand full. They sing loud as humanly possible for attention. Showing of their good side.
But it is all coming to an end. As I am being accused of being bred a racist, taught that slavery is okay. And now I am teaching it our children. Guess I is okay somewhere along the line to call a tradition, racist. That the white people are called slave drivers (still) and or racist.
Here is what 15% of our population saying that the other 85% should shut up and go with the new era. Dropping traditions, changing lyrics to modernize, all because their ancestors may have been enslaved.
Funny when you are 40 years old seeing a friend with whom you sang loud and proud for some candy, is now one of those people who oppose this day of joy. Ignorance is bliss, and innocence these children have just as much. We forgot we have been children ourselves. So we now have to say that children cannot have this anymore.
History cannot be rewritten, we can write a new one.
But how far will we go. My ancestors were no saints, hell they killed they had their share of slaves. By why do I and our children have to be punished for that, or being accused of these crimes. We so go about shouting we need to except our differences. But all we really do is wanting to change the people who are not like us. By force if necessary.
So a white man on a horse represents slavery. As he has his servant give away candy and presents to the kids who are nice. And like Santa all kids are nice, but there is always that do not be naughty or else.
That parade I am describing is teaching our children it is okay to have slaves.
Though I learned more from Amistad and 12 years a slave, when it comes to slavery and the antics of why and how. The portrait how we white folk thought it was a privilege and a right to have a slave.
Racism a label on people who put a label on others. And here is me being labelled a bred racist a teacher of slavery. Who is the racist now? As one can tell I am pretty upset with the way we point fingers at each other.
It happened let it rest, we know it was wrong and we working on the fact it never will happen again. So we are not teaching our children it is okay. Whatever the 40-somethings think it does not change anything. History is what it is. So what if we now erase all the coloured from around this man, we just end up with only whites being the good guys.
What is next, say that all white people in the US are imports. Just like most coloured people.
It may have been a tradition build on what was wrong, but that it hasn’t been for as long as I live. Honour traditions of a nation so that they can look back at their own history right or wrong and learn from it. As much as I am learning and knowing it is making a mountain out of a molehill.
I just cannot believe so few can crack a whip through court and have a nation change everything to their bidding. How is than a truly being the bully.
Watch out Santa, you are next since there is suspicion of you using child labour.
No wishes as it angers me some people cannot let go of the past. And move forward. They are just out to repeat history and light a new fire under what has laid to rest. Guess all traditions are just bogus in the end. So what is left to celebrate and see a smile on a child?
As with every opinion one can be wrong, but to be called a bred racist, knowing full well my parents weren’t like that, hurts. No matter what my ancestors have done, I try to be better. Why can that not be accepted. Why can’t we all just get along.
Get along indeed! This was a side of you we haven’t seen yet-interesting.
There a many sides to me, like a diamond all sparkly and sharp when need be.
It is ridiculous they keep hammering on what has no place in this world,