Human beings, not colour
“In those days racial segregation was a big thing. Lubbock was a very conservative town. When his daddy saw who his son had brought home he woudn’t let me in…I’ll bet they washed them dishes I ate off of about twenty times after we’d gone.”
The dinner guest that night was Little Richard. His hosts were Buddy Holly and his family.
As a way of promoting my Facebook fan page I joined a couple of ‘like, ladder” sites. They’ll like your page if you like theirs. Fine. But tonight…
Someone posted a racist comment about Michelle Obama.
Politics aside, I’m always reminded of the John McCain rally when an old white woman grabbed the microphone and accused Barack Obama of being an Arab.
“No, ma’am, ” McCain said. “He’s a decent family man and citizen that I just happen to have disagreements with on fundamental issues and that’s what this campaign’s about.”
The disagreements part, in terms of issues, seems to have gone out the window.
McCain looks like Abraham Lincoln compared to Ivanka Trump’s father. Then again, so does George W. Bush and how sad is that?
Living in a bubble
But, if there’s anything the recent U.S. election taught is that both sides live in their respective bubbles. The other side is the enemy. Liars. Posting endless links from nut jobs sites or Fox “News” (look up “oxymoron” and you’ll see their log0).
Oddly enough, despite being a liberally minded fella (but not an official Lib supporter) my feed was not overrrun with posts from MSNBC. Though I like Rachel Maddow. She’s smarter than 90% of the pundits on either side, combined. And lesbian. So what? I’d have a beer with her anytime.
You know what? I consider myself a citizen of the world. Proud Canadian but I’ve donated to Red Cross relief efforts from New Orleans to Haiti.
When I was a young lad growing up in Scarborough I remember sharing dinner with an East Indian family. We’re talking mid-70s. My dad, Joe O’Mara, worked in the insurance business and became friends with a co-worker named Joe Pereira.
I thought nothing of it at the time but I’m betting Dad’s other co-workers must have made derogatory comments, using words like Paki.
One of my school friends posted a class photo from Grade 7, Immacuate Heart of Mary, mid-’70s, and it reminded me of the girls I had crushes on (the Marcia Bradys of the day) but I’m always stuck by the beauty of a classmate whose family came from Guyana, Kasslyn.
I’m sure I appreciated how attractive she was but my love map was set for blue-eyed blondes (still have a weakness for the latter).
LOOK AT THAT!
Fast forward to the mid-80s when I’d moved away from home but came back to spend Christmas with my folks, and we went to the Sunday mass at IHM. We were chatting in the parking lot with an old Iris couple when a car pulled up beside us.
Out stepped a 20-ish couple. A Caucasian female and a West Indian male.
“Would you look at that,” the old Irish fellow said. “A white woman and a black man….bastard!”
Jeers to you, Mister Tierney.
I’d like to think we’ve come a long way since then but the election of you know who, and our pandering, which way is the wind blowing and I’ll champion their causes MP make me wonder if we’ve made much progress.
But…like Buddy Holly, who saw a person (and an incredibly talented one at that) and not colour, I’m hopeful that the majority of people who voted against Trump’s and Leitch’s parties will rally, speak out and protest to ensure our countries celebrate and protect all citizens, no matter where they came from.