The race obsession

WERE IT NOT so disruptive and destructive, the seething obsession with race in the United States would be hilarious.

blackDo most nations do this? No. It exists almost exclusively in the white man’s world, and it’s something the white man is doing to himself, self-abuse, gleefully abetted by blacks.

Are citizens daily hurling accusations of racism at fellow citizens in China, Russia, Bolivia, Kenya, Israel, ad nauseam? Of course not.

Slavery caused it, you might say. But slavery existed in South America too. Slavery has existed throughout human history in almost all corners of the globe, and it still exists in some zones.  People with all manner of skin tones, including white people, have been slaves.

Yet this perpetual hurling of “You’re a racist!” is almost exclusively contained nowadays in societies dubbed liberal democracies.

mariaIt is a political tool used by leftists. Sure, conservatives fling it on occasion too, but that’s because it’s a filthy habit they’ve picked up from leftists. It’s become so common that everybody uses it. It’s now a late-stage cancer eating the innards of society.

The cancer is not racism itself — not at all — but the constant hurling of the epithet and the grievous damage it’s causing.

Racism is part of human nature, and always will be. People, many of whom are not too bright, look askance at those who are different. You will never, ever stop this. You must live with it, and try to ease its effects as much as possible, occasionally with sensible laws.

blondeTragically, the racism epithet is rotting American society, and it’s a dreadful thing to witness from down where I live.

Were it possible, I would come up there and rap you all across the knuckles with a hardwood cane. I would do it until you’re bloody and howling with pain. It would be good and just.

Nairobi lesbians

New ImageA FUN ASPECT to this blogging thing is followers. Everybody wants to have as many followers as possible because who wants to write if nobody reads?

I have a button in the right column where you can click “Get Mooned” to become a follower. Get Mooned. Get it? Usually, when someone decides to follow The Unseen Moon I get an email about it. One thing has become clear: Some people do it just so you’ll go look at their blog. It’s a fishing expedition.

Another method is “liking” a post. If you’re on a fishing expedition, this would be easier for you. Now don’t get me wrong. I am quite fond of followers which, in theory, are readers. The more the merrier, as it’s said.

There are ways to detect that a follower is just on a fishing expedition. Most have a Gravatar, which is a link back to them. Often there is another link and a photo on that Gravatar. If it’s a teenager, you’re likely looking at a fisherman. If it’s a teenager hugging a guitar, you’re definitely looking at a fisherman.

I’ve been thinking of writing about this phenomenon for a year or more. Yesterday, I was pushed over the edge. I got an email that I have a new follower. That person or persons is named “Nairobi lesbians.” Here is the Gravatar. The Nairobi lesbians Gravatar has neither photos nor links to a blog. They (or she) seem not to have a blog, so this appears not to be a fishing expedition.

One must conclude that one or more lesbians in Nairobi actually want to keep up with The Unseen Moon. I welcome that. I imagine that being a lesbian in Kenya is challenging, so perhaps I can offer some lightheartedness and political astuteness now and then.

I’m part of a lesbian family. I am intimately acquainted with lesbians. My only sibling is a lesbian. My father’s only sibling was a lesbian. My mother had no siblings, so her side remains a question mark. In short, I know lesbians. I have embraced lesbians often, literally. You might say lesbians are my people.

But I pray the Nairobi lesbians are not related to Barry Obama, a brother Kenyan.

That would be quite disappointing.

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(Note: I always try to  include some photo or artwork on posts that are related to the topic. Nairobi lesbians presented a challenge. I did a Google image search using “Nairobi lesbians” as a keyword and came up with some interesting stuff, but nothing I could display. I opted for some kente cloth. Everybody likes kente cloth.)

(Tomorrow: Beasts breaching the barricades.)