I know there is a larger hue and cry about discrimination of any kind. There are web sites that actually have to say, “Hey. There are still nice guys in the world.” There are waaay too many (in my female opinion) websites supporting feminism, a particular thorn in my side. And there is the subject of race, and/or skin color, a subject I apparently look at differently than the rest of the world. (See upcoming story about giraffes.)
I am old. I am also a grand daughter of immigrants. I also belong to a group of people with a physical characteristic that has been the butt of jokes, teasing, bullying and other forms of discriminatory behavior. I have put up with this since I first realized it was going on when I was four. I, for some genetically informed sense of self-worth, have always attributed that to envy.
I am a person who has seen, actually, not photographs of, but actual water fountains that have signs saying, “Colored only”. How many people do you think are left that can give witness to that? So, I feel like I know the lay of the land. This has always gone on. Packs of animals or a mother of a single animal, ostracize or often kill, or in some way reject one born out of the norm. Recent news stories show that humans also do this.
The thing that is different, besides there being massively greater numbers of humans to report on, is tolerance. There is none. And the lack of tolerance is more malignant than the discrimination. Somebody somewhere is suing because they believe their daughter did not make the cheer leading squad because she has brown hair and there are already too many brown hairs and not enough blondes. Don’t worry about the redheads. There is always the “token” redhead.
If something doesn’t go according to plan, for instance you get shot and maimed during a robbery attempt, the first reaction is to sue. They should have posted they do not welcome robbers. They should have posted they were armed against intruders. To carry it to a ridiculous point, I am suing because my line of work, robbing, thieving, stealing, etc. is my only legitimate way to support myself because of my abusive childhood, etc. and no one will allow me to freely practice my chosen trade.
When there were fewer people, maybe it was easier to tolerate differences. But I think that the practice of intolerance grows and reaps so many benefits, successful lawsuits, special accommodation, free telephones, etc., that it is epidemic. People see and hear of the results of the positive reactions to intolerance that they look for personal flags to carry. You are doing that just because I am this.
I have unsubscribed from four news services feeds on facebook this week because I can’t let anything roll by without putting my two cents in and it was getting the best of me. But I have commented over and over, “Why do you need this bandwagon to follow behind you and support you?” “Why can you not just be proud of yourself and what you have accomplished, (despite the fact that you are tall or short or skinny or fat, or feminine or masculine, or spotted or striped) and realize that you did such a good job because you could and you wanted to and you made yourself or let yourself do it?” That it doesn’t matter whether the black or yellow or red or pink people gave you encouragement. You did a fine job. You did the very best you could. Stop looking for someone to blame. Stop looking for excuses for your shortfalls. Then you won’t even notice whether no other purple person is allowed to do that because they are purple. Because all the purple people are busy doing their very best. For themselves.
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