Language in Black and White

One of my social media strategies is to always keep a few people I am diametrically opposed to in my feed. I have this irrational thought that I can break any spell I am under with information from the opposition. Why I think this is necessary? Some strange addiction to integrity. Integrity really means virginity-when virginity means unbroken or whole.

But I was born into a world of duality and triangulation. A world of tension and competition-how can completeness be possible in a world that struggles against itself? 

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So I had this dialogue w/a woman who supports Black Lives Matter. I may write more about this. It was actually quite painful for me on many levels that would take too many words.

 I asked her what she wanted. This is confusing for me. Again- I know but another post.  She said she wanted to be heard. She said that black people (I don’t believe she meant all- but many) feel less-than. To be ‘heard’ is imperative. After that-there is not a lot of definite direction. They are hurt. Granted. All living beings are hurt. It’s the deal.

Bc I was a linguistics major-or maybe I’m just saying that to prop my theory up- I thought of a story that I can’t remember the source of atm. It was of a white man in Africa last mid-century. He wanted to record and define a variety of African languages. You know- in a dictionary. He made friends with the locals. He recalls being asked why he had an English dictionary by two friendly women. Wasn’t English his language?

He responded affirmatively. “Then why don’t you know all the words already?” was their basic response. They knew all the words of their language as it lived only in them.

This story ran in my head as this black woman relayed the NEED TO BE HEARD to me. I tried to explain that when white people hear you-we tend not to respond in a dramatic way. YT takes in information- processes it internally and searches for solutions. But making a big noise is looked down on and suspicious in our culture. That does not mean we don’t hear or don’t care.

When YT came to Africa- the Africans did not have written language. Why would they? We developed in a land of privation-while they developed in a land of plenty. beautiful-africa-sunset_39681swedish_winter_landscape_2-e1417790909526

 

Therefore to what purpose would Africans have sitting in their huts configuring reference manuals when life was so plentiful to them?  None. They would however need to pass down certain charms-medicinal treatments-cultural norms. If their tradition was oral vs. written- the best way to do this is repetition.   There is no reference manual. Your children’s health and well-being is based on repetition. Your immediate concern would be referencing the past.

 

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On the other hand- yt’s survival is contingent on planning for the future. huWhytes have to always be thinking of the future bc just like blacks looking toward the past for best strategy for survival-our survival depends on planning for cold deathly winters that we may very well not survive. But if there is a written record—

I believe this is a fundamental reason we are so incompatible. Perhaps this could be helped if it was understood. Whites are the most compassionate people. Blacks on the other hand don’t seem to have any concern for others. If I am wrong please give me an example. (I do believe their are outliers and am actually not racist)  It’s funny how being observant is ‘racism’. When I say I am not racist- I mean I am not unkind to people of other races-it doesn’t mean I cannot see or hear or recognize patterns. Give me an example though of blacks being empathetic to a group of anything including animals that doesn’t serve their own needs. There are a kajillion of white ones. Including organizations that benefit blacks.

I don’t have the answer. I am quite sure though that the continued censorship and harassment of white people is NOT THE BEST START AND WILL NOT END WELL. WE ARE THE MOST DISCIPLINED OF ALL. CHECK YOURSELVES. OUR PATIENCE WHILE LONG HAS ITS LIMITS.

More Fun With Oppressed African-Americans

So while I haven’t written about the fun times I have enjoyed recently-being assaulted by a black man and being called a racist by him-before he assaulted me because I had the wrong skin color while he was committing a crime.

And the other fun time just 2 days before where super funny black guy thought terrorizing non-black people in a store was quite a hoot. Fortunately the store owner was not a northern european who thinks he has to treat thugs with the same kindness he treats everyone.

Today’s fun with the oh-so-oppressed noble African-American just involved walking home from work. For whatever reason-retards of black and white and jew  and brown(Mexican) heritage -just being honest here-I don’t see Indians or Chinese riding their bicycles on the sidewalk-think they have the right to ride their bikes aggressively on pedestrian walkways.

I understand that they don’t feel safe on the insane roadways that don’t fit modern traffic in the crowded and insane city of SF. I don’t either and that is why I don’t ride my bike.

I have been hit before as a pedestrian on the sidewalk by a happy African-American who just happened to blast into my chest. Super fun times. I am sure I was oppressing him in some way that his only choice in life was to take a grope at me. Makes total sense.

I was exhausted and minding to my own business of walking home. Older black guy on bike enters the sidewalk in front of me. I move to the right as he is facing me and I have been taught to move to the right in the face of oncoming traffic. Even though this fapface has no business on the sidewalk.

To my non-surprise instead of pedaling on to my left – he aims for me. There is a tree close by and I go and stand by the tree to make sure if he plows into me-he will also plow into the tree. I keep eye-contact with this oppressed gentleman. I am listening with my headphones to a lecture about Roman history so can hear a fair amount of noise around me.

This infuriates him. He turns around on his bike and circles me. I have trained myself to make a white noise in my head and not hear the provocative insults that oppressed African-Americans routinely scream at me for things like breathing. These poor victims. I was very good with my trained affected boredness and he eventually rides away. I know if you react in a frightened way the hunters dial it up.

White people and our disgusting kindness and civilization.  There are just not enough gibs and gibs and gibs and there will never be.