I am very angry with my late parents and also with their parents, and so on and so on. Why? Through no choice of my own, I was born white. How dare they! Their combined genetics passed down to me this guilt-ridden skin pigmentation. Blanc, blanco, white, Wonder Bread curses!
I now must live my life with this “white guilt”. My everyday pilgrimage to my eternal destiny is “white doom” for sure! This “white cross” that I must bear on my guilty pale shoulders now weighs down my sad footsteps as I trudge through this “white nightmare”. This unrelenting snowstorm “white-out”. Blah! I can’t wait to pick up a near-by brick and smash the first storefront window glass that reflects my “whiteness”.
Let me ponder this a few more moments folks.
Maybe I should replace “white” with “black” or “brown” or “red” or “yellow”? One size fits all I suppose. Step right up and don’t be shy. We all can choose to be a victim of our color. Oppressor or victim? The haves and the have nots? Better yet, I could replace “white” with “Christian” or “Jew” or “Muslim”? Possibly another substitute for “white” would be “male” or “female”? You name it and label it and live it! Still the same result though, I am still human no matter what color or creed or sex. What is the flavor-of-the-day by the way?
No matter what I decide to insert or substitute for my “guilt trip” is just like taking a wee bit of poison every day with the hope that I will feel better. Death of the soul knows no pain. The devil dances a jig! Virtue signaling at its finest. The PC crowd moves on!
Wait a doggone minute! Stop this insanity. This special kind of stupid. This empty-headed thinking gets me nor anyone else anywhere, nowhere, or nowhere there (?) We are all made in the image of God. He just wants us to love Him and our neighbors as we love ourselves.
That’s the key to solve our dead-end thinking. Tribalism be damned!