“Racism” now means “not caring about the color of a person’s skin.” So-called “black conservative” John McWhorter says it right here in his column. And don’t you dare disagree with him, you racist.
The folks calling me up, waiting for the black case for McCain, have supposed none of this would be important to me. But surely the queasy feeling I got was not because they were being presumptuous. It’s something more personal.
The queasiness is because, in my heart of hearts, there is a part of me that thrills to the Obamas because of a red-blooded racial loyalty. There. I admit it.
How dare they imagine that a “conservative” might actually vote for the conservative candidate. It was McCain’s fault that he wasn’t black. You don’t expect a black man to go past “racial loyalty” and vote for some old white dude when a brother’s running, do you? You do? RAAAACIIIIST!
My sister and I noticed that Obama “looks like us” for real – he happens to match us rather well in specific skin tone and darn it, that does feel kind of good.
You know, I’m a fat, five-foot-four, middle-aged whitish woman with graying hair, bad teeth, and bad skin. So far no president of the US of A has looked at all like me. By this criteria I should have felt totally rotten all my life. I should have been supporting Hillary solely because she was a woman. But as I don’t base how I feel about life on whether or not the president of my country looks like the face I see in the mirror, I’m a RAAACIIIST!
From now on when people ask me why I didn’t vote for Obama, I think I’ll just tell them “because he was black.” Why not? It’s what they think anyway. If I told them the truth — I don’t like his ideas (what few concrete ones we’ve been able to pry out of the cone of silence surrounding his true self, that is), his political associations with people like smug, silver-spoon terrorists like William Ayres and his psychotic wife Bernardine Dohrn, the fact that he was nurtured by the corrupt Chicago political community, the fact that he seems to have coasted through life on his good looks and sense of entitlement, and so on and so forth, I’d get “you just don’t like it that he’s a black man.” So okay, fine. Have it your way. God forbid I should disturb the pleasure you take in victimhood. Christmas is coming, the season of giving, and I’m such a giver.
(Via Kathy Shaidle.)
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November 9th, 2008 at 3:27 pm
Heh. Maybe I can tell people I voted for the McCain ticket because he has Irish ancestry “just like me.”