On the one hand, its wonderful that so many on the left are reduced to calling me a racist. It shows they are out of ammo, intellectually bankrupt. They lose every argument. (on the other hand, of course, its still effective, which is a stunning failure of messaging on our part.) But while I enjoy their desperation and know it proves they are going the wrong direction, I am still a human being, and I grow more and more annoyed by this unfounded, baseless personal insult. There isnt a soul, alive or dead, who can recall or name a single instance in my entire 53 years on this earth in which I did, said or implied anything racist. I can back that record up with confidence that I have never even THOUGHT that way. It is repulsive to me. It is subhuman and ugly. As a small boy in Texas, I flinched when I heard the N word from my elders in the 1960s and early 1970s; I actually recall hoping and believing theyd eventually die off so I wouldnt have to hear it anymore. Each individual, in my view, merits what he merits; externals are not the issue. His actions, words, the course he has charted in life are all that matters. If anyone on this PLANET is entitled to even a tiny smidgeon of mindless, emotion-driven racism, it is me. My wonderful wife Amy was murdered by a black man 22 years ago. And yet, if you know me, you know that this time in my life was one in which I determined that I would be even more proactively GOOD to black people than I had been, simply to push away that shadow from me before it even got the slightest toehold. But spineless, gutless, morally bankrupt men like this are on television every single day telling me that I am a racist. As a conservative, it bodes well for the movement, and I am happy to see it. As a human being, if this man says these things within reach of me, I hope I can restrain myself from backhanding him.
Posted on: Mon, 14 Apr 2014 01:22:15 +0000
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