Alabama Just Got a Little Bit More Racist
And now, for your daily dose of OUTRAGE and RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION:
Mayor Tommy Battle, acting in frustration with councilman Richard Showers, threw a plastic bottlecap into the dais at the end of Thursday’s city council meeting. A member of the audience, the Rev. Mitchell Walker of Church Street CPCA, later that night sent a strongly worded email to Battle, as well as dozens of church and community leaders. Walker demanded an apology.
Well, I can just say for me,” wrote Walker, “to see an elected authoritative Caucasian male mayor totally lose his cool and have the utter gall to throw something at or near a senior African American male Councilman … I’m just speaking for me … very much carries ‘racial’ overtones.
The gall. The utter impertinence. The horror!
I quit the world…again. For real this time. Done. Over it. The next person to use the R-word is going to end up in an uncomfortable confrontation with my left stiletto.
Something racist is about to happen
I’m not going to preach to the choir on this one. Everything that follows is for those of you out there who insist upon injecting the color of your skin into every stupid situation that barely smacks of controversy.
Either get a new meme, or stop talking.
When you open your mouth to inject race into a completely non-racial discussion, you make a mockery of common sense. You destroy your credibility, and harm rational people’s ability to address racism where it actually exists. Using the N-word is racist. Stupid greeting cards involving cartoon characters talking about space are not racist. Not hiring someone because of the color of their skin is racist. Losing your temper and throwing a small piece of plastic and a hunk of wood is not racist.
Not racist. Not even a little bit.
I’ve been sitting here for the past 20 minutes trying to figure out why in the world race was injected into this situation. the article doesn’t give a whole lot of background, but it does tell me that Mayor Battle immediately apologized for publicly losing his temper. It doesn’t seem like he flew off the handle because of personal issues, but because of a bureaucratic disagreement.
Therefore, barring any leaked scandal involving Grand Wizard Battle and a white hood, I have to assume the good Reverend rattled his race saber just to see if his allegations would catch on. If true, this indicates a complete lack of respect for Battle–just because of the color of his skin. Now that smacks of racism!
I’m not going to stand here and say that racism in America is dead; anyone who would is either delusional or has his head firmly planted in a large pile of sand. What I will say is that racism doesn’t rear its head in every situation, and it is certainly not one-sided. The battle against racism is fought every day by honest people just trying to put an end to ignorance and hate; why in the world would you make a joke out of their efforts by looking for racism where it does not exist? Impugning the character and motives of everyone you meet with race-baiting garbage does not help your cause–it makes you look like an idiot who has nothing better to do but throw crap against a barn door just to see how much sticks. It’s insulting to people–like me, incidentally–who couldn’t care less about what color your skin is. How can we be expected to fight racism and intolerance when any misstep on our part is sure to bring down a hailstorm of baseless accusations?
In short, your actions preach the very doctrine you rail so vociferously against.
I’ll say it again–I am done. I am tired of defending myself every 15 seconds to glaring, race-baiting zombies looking for any excuse to ding me with a “THAT’S RACIST!” I lost a friend I loved very much to race-based dogma; nothing you say about me or do to me could hurt as much as that did. So do your worst. Call me racist. Call me intolerant. Scrutinize my every move, and scream and rail about my hatred every chance you get. Do what you will, but don’t expect me to turn the other cheek and defend you next time someone looks at the color of your skin and decides it’s time for a fight.