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28.02.03, 19:20
There once was a college freshman named George who thought he knew it all.
One night over dinner, George got into an argument with his father. The
argument began when the young student tried to explain to his father that as
White people, they should be held accountable for all the evils that they
had inflicted upon non-Whites throughout history. George explained: "Because
of European racism, we stole the Indians' land, we held blacks in slavery,
we persecuted the Jews, and we plundered the environment. We've been
oppressive racists for thousands of years so it's only fair that we pay
economic reparations for all the harm we've done to the world. I'm pleased
to see that we are ending our political and economic domination of the
oppressed peoples."
George's dad was shocked to hear such talk. "Who put such commie-pinko
nonsense into your head, boy? Did one of your sandal-wearing hippy college
professors teach you that?" the father asked.
To which the son replied: "That's the truth dad. My anthropology professor,
Dr.Irving Silverstein, says so. He ought to know. Dr. Silverstein is a well-
respected Ph.D. People of your generation just don't understand because you
were raised in a White supremacist racist society. That's why I've come to
admire Dr. Rev. Martin Luther King as the greatest man in American history.
He stood up to the racists of your generation. Because of him, my generation
of White kids is completely colorblind."
The father angrily replied: "That's bullshit! I've always been fair-minded
and tolerant of people from all backgrounds and races. I haven't 'oppressed'
anybody, and furthermore there's nothing wrong with being proud of one's own
people, including the European race of people. Your race is in your blood.
It's like an extension of your biological family and you ought to be proud
of your European heritage and identity, just like every other racial group
in America is proud of its. Why is it OK for them to have a strong sense of
racial identity but it's evil for us Europeans to feel that way?"
The young "intellectual" laughed at his father. "Come on dad, that's the
kind of crap Hitler tried to peddle. Those racist attitudes were discredited
years ago. There's only one race and that's the human race. Diversity is our
greatest strength. Differences in so-called "race" are as insignificant as
differences in bellybuttons. And besides, UN statistics now show that low
White birth rates, along with the fact that we live in a multicultural
society, will mean that Europeans and their ethnocentric and racist culture
will have died out by the end of the century," young George said.
Turning red with anger, the father yelled: "You are a walking cliché you
know that boy? And you think it's a good thing that the European peoples of
the world will have faded out and ceased to exist?" Young George replied, "I
think it's great! It will mean the end of racism and the end of hate. The
oppressed peoples of the world would have been better off if us racist
Europeans had never existed to begin with."
Suddenly there was a blast of cold wind, an explosion, and a huge smoke
cloud. When the smoke had settled, George found himself alone and lost in a
cold open field. An angel named Clarence then appeared to him and
said, "Well, George, you've got your wish."
George asked: "Where am I? What's going on here? And who are you?"
The angel answered, "George, I'm Clarence the Angel. I was sent here to show
you what the world would have been like if Europeans, or Whites, had never
existed. You now live in a world where Europeans never existed."
"Oh. That's cool. I'll have no problem adapting because there's not a racist
bone in my body. And when I get back to my world, I'll be able to tell my
professor and my friends how great this non-racist world was. Say, I'm
freezing my ass off out here. Where's the nearest motel?"
"Motel?" replied the angel. "There are no motels here in what was once
called North America. But there are some caves up in those mountains where
you can find shelter."
"Caves? No way man. I want a nice warm bed to sleep in."
"I don't think you understand George. There are no buildings here in non-
White America because the evil Europeans never came here to build them.
Whites never existed, remember? The natives live in tents. Would you like to
go meet some local Indians? Perhaps they'll let you stay in a tent."
"A tent? But it's 10 degrees outside?...Oh well. It's better than a cave I
suppose. Let's go talk to these Indians...... Wait a second, are these
Indians friendly or hostile?"
"Why, George, that's a racist question to ask. Just because some Indians
were brutal savages who scalped their victims alive, it doesn't mean they
all were," said the angel sarcastically.
"I know that, Clarence. And I'm not a racist. I hate racism. Nonetheless,
I'd feel safer if I could have a gun to defend myself if they turn out to be
violent."
"Gun?" replied the angel. "There are no guns for you to defend yourself
with. Firearms were invented by evil Europeans. Though we could make a spear
with those twigs over there."
"That's too much work. Give me a telephone then. I'll call the Indians to
ask if it's OK."
"Telephone'? replied the angel. There are no telephones here. Alexander
Graham Bell was another evil White man, so he never existed. No Europeans,
remember?" "Forget it, then," replied George. "I'll sleep in the damn cave."
Upon arriving at the cave, a shivering George asked the angel for a lighter
so he could light a fire. "A lighter?" replied Clarence. "There are no
lighters here, and no matches. Those are European gadgets, and evil
Europeans never existed, remember? If you want to get warm, you need to do
like the locals do and start rubbing twigs together."
"Oh come on, man! You mean to tell me these people still rub sticks together
for fire?"
"That's right, George. The Indians live exactly as they did before the evil
pilgrims arrived from Europe just a few centuries ago," said the angel
sarcastically.
"I refuse to stay in this cold cave, and I damn sure ain't gonna light a
fire with twigs, and I refuse to sleep in a teepee. I'll go to South
America. I can make it in a warmer climate, and I'll adapt quickly to the
great Incan civilization I learned about at college. Since European racists
like Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro never existed, the Incas will still be
there. ... I need a car."
"Car?" replied the angel. "There are no cars here. Daimler and Benz, the
evil German inventors of the internal combustion engine, were never
born...nor was Henry Ford. There are no paved roads either. This is a world
without evil Europeans, remember?"
"No cars! Oh. I'll just have to take a train."
"There are no trains in this world either, George. Evil Europeans weren't
here to build locomotive engines or to discover the many uses of coal, oil
and gas, or to build trains or lay tracks. But I'll allow you to cheat just
a bit. Grab hold of my magic robe and we'll fly south."
George touched the angel's robe and they flew south until they arrived in an
abandoned mud hut in the midst of Incan territory. George was grateful for
the warm weather but it wasn't long until he began to complain about the
heat and humidity.
"Clarence, this hut is a little shithole and I'm sweating up a storm here.
Get me an air-conditioner please."
"Air-conditioner?" replied the angel. "There are no air-conditioners here.
Air conditioning and refrigeration were inventions created by evil White
men." "What?!! You mean to tell me that in the year 2002 these people still
haven't figured out a way to keep themselves or their food cool?" a
frustrated George asked.
"No George, they haven't. And they never will."
"This is ridiculou