Today a woman came to tell us that we needed to be more liberated in our minds and open to diversity. It was by far the worst convocation I’ve ever been to at Belmont. She began with a convincing argument that we should all celebrate our differences, blah, blah, blah. Then come the videos: ridiculous enactments of a white girl and a black girl and their interaction with each other. Apparently they’re friends, but the white girl is too scared to go talk to the black girl at the lunch table. Big wuss, I say. A good chap near me raises his hand and makes a valiant effort to explain to this lady that our generation just doesn’t feel that way about race. Sure there are problems, but please don’t assume we’re also living in the 60’s. Then she started to yell at him and it got a little ugly. She claimed that he couldn’t speak for everyone; he was projecting his assumptions onto the “millions of people that live in this country.” But isn’t that exactly what she was doing?
I think that’s a huge problem with race relations today. The people running these “healing programs” aren’t willing to admit that there are glaring differences between those who grew up in the civil rights years and those of us who didn’t.
Oh, and this probably doesn’t help much:
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TSU being hostile to white candidates for the University Presidency is apparently okay, but UT narrowing down their field of top candidates to three white males is an outrage. Sure, I’d love my tall mug of hypocrisy topped with some frothy racism.
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