Racism and the Diminishment of Black Culture in the United States of America

Today I received an email from an unknown organization (unknown to me; the sender didn’t give an origin) who seemed to believe that all caucasians in America are guilty of causing the imbalance that exists between black and white culture. That is – the caucasians of the current generation are as responsible for causing the problem as all other generations.

This is really quite impossible. While it is likely that the current generation of caucasians may be somewhat guilty of helping to perpetuate said imbalance, it is only because this generation is being taught by their predecessors (who were taught by their predecessors, who were taught by their’s, ad infinitum). The imbalance was started when blacks were kidnapped from Africa and sold as objects to Caucasians in the United States (and other places).

I myself am caucasian. I do not accept the concepts of racial separation, racial integrity, or racial superiority / minority. As far as I’m concerned, there is only one race: Human. The only differences between our members are the ones we have chosen to institute amongst our individual selves. In other words, what we perceive to be is nothing more (or less) that what we choose to perceive, individually.

Michael Jackson is Dead

Michael Jackson is dead. I realize he was a very popular singer, dancer, choreographer, etc., but I think the mourning period has ended. I really don’t think it necessary to have demonstrations outside of his Neverland Ranch. I don’t even think it necessary to be having TV columnists constantly claiming new slants on the story of his death on television 24/7. You know, he isn’t the only star who died in the past week, but he is the only one that has received any attention.

I’ll admit than I’m a fan of his stuff, but I’ve never been a screaming devotee; I’ve never even been to one of his concerts. Honestly, I never felt the need to worship him. I don’t even know the names of all his albums or songs. I appreciate the work he did for his genre; ultimately though, he’s gone, and I’ll never see any need to even visit his grave. I can even see myself getting sick of him if this constant wailing persists, just like I did with Elvis Presley.

Michael Jackson is dead. Get over it.