MOVE ON, DAMMIT

I hate racism. To me people are all the same. Don't talk to me about skin color. Black, white, Asian, Hispanic, Muslim. I like you until you prove to me that you aren't a good person.

When I was a kid my parents taught me to treat everyone the way I wished to be treated myself. So, I generally am friendly to people I see on the street or on the elevator or the subway or at the baseball game. I say hi and smile to strangers more often than not.

I don't see people in terms of skin color or race. It's not important to me.

But there are a bunch of people in this world who cannot help but exist within a world of race. This is a world of their own design. A world of self loathing, of hatred, of envy and jealousy. A world of misery and sadness.

These are people who live to keep the issue of racism alive, stoking the fires of anger and resentment among different ethnic groups almost daily. Call me crazy if you wish, but, if one's agenda is to remind people constantly of something that happened sixty years ago rather than doing something positive and productive with their lives today, then I think that'a a big problem. People like that are on the wrong track.

Case in point: Yesterday in Monroe, GA, a group of civil rights activists re-enacted lynchings. Yes, they did. I'm serious. YES THEY DID. Why? Presumably to keep hatred alive. To deepen the division that already exists between black and white America. Why would people choose to spend their time that way? Because they want to remind everyone how bad things were for blacks THEN and so maybe they can get reparations NOW.

These people apparently have too much time on their hands. If they already have jobs, they should get another. Re-enacting lynchings. It's digusting anyway you slice it or analyze it. I say move on already.

Move on, dammit.