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Race: From an Outsider March 17, 2007

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To get myself back into the swing of things, I thought I would take some time to muse over something that has been such a big yet small part of my entire life. It’s big in that it has implications that are not apparent on the surface that must be dealt with, small because the sheer monotony of it all after all these years has rendered it virtually irrelevant.

I’m talking about race.

I can still remember that youthful, ignorant time when none of this mattered at all. I remember singing in Sunday school the song “Jesus Loves the Little Children” and having no idea what it meant when it said,”…red and yellow, black and white; They are precious in His sight…”

I have a vague memory of asking someone (I can’t remember who.) what it meant and beginning for the first time to grasp the concept of race. I finally recognized white people as white and black people as black (Though, to me, they looked brown, not black; and white people didn’t look that pasty. I could not for the life of me figure out why in the world they called American Indians “red” and Chinese “yellow.”).

Then, I have another separate memory of hearing about these people who have no definite race because they are equally or nearly equally composed of more than one race. I remember wondering what these people looked like. I remember wondering what it was like to have more than one race. Then I remember my parents informing me that I was one of these mixed kids.

I couldn’t believe it, at first. I looked at my parents and couldn’t see any differences at all. I looked at myself and couldn’t see any differences between me and all the other kids. Suddenly, I was conscious of the whispering and staring and pointing that we received whenever we set foot out the door because, at that time, interracial families were extremely rare.

Let’s hit the fast forward button to today. Things have changed a bit in that we are no longer such an oddity, at least, in the South. I’ve heard of odd things from other people who have recently ventured to that “blue” zone of the North, which I have not personally done since I was a little munchkin, or have moved from there. According to numerous personal accounts, the North is not a place where interracial families would want to live. The people up there even in big cities like Chicago still seem to view us as aliens from another planet.

So, for the most part, things are great. I have yet to meet anyone who is overtly racist, except for my aunt’s mother-in-law. Still, even when things are this great, there is still something missing. Most of the time I’m unconscious of it. It’s not something that I think about all that often; but whenever I encounter a “mutt” like myself, I can’t help but feel an extra sense of affinity to that person and a sort of joy at meeting someone who looks like me.

Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against anyone of any race. It’s just that one can’t help but feel like an outsider, a lone guppy among sharks. Part of the reason why has nothing to do with how people behave towards you. It’s a fact of reality that there are boundaries and cohesion among races. People are just more comfortable around people they look like. Just set foot into a room where you are the only person of your race and are surrounded by people who are of one race; and you will see what I mean. That’s the feeling that I have 24/7. To me, that is normal everyday average ordinary life, which, for the most part, I have gotten used to.

Still, another part of the reason has everything to do with how people behave towards you, whether it’s conscious or not. You do not belong. Most of the time, they know that. So they look at you as a stranger even after knowing each other for a while. This does fade after a good long time, thankfully; but the fact that it is consistent occurance without much of a breather does have an impact.
Sometimes the stranger attitude is more overt and never goes away. For example, if you are a white person looking at a half-black, half-white kid, what do you see? You see a black kid, right? If you are a black person looking at the same kid, what do you see? You see a white kid, right? Some people are quick and consistent in reminding you of this. The black people will refer to you as “white boy”, while white people will call you African American. (These days with the PC stuff around, they would not dare call you a “black boy” to your face.)

Of course, this is all assuming that you are not famous. When a “mutt” becomes famous, watch out! Suddenly, you find yourself in the middle of a great tug-of-war over which race you are. (Look at the battle over Tiger Woods a few years ago.) People on both sides demand that you choose a side and deny your true heritage. Tiger Woods did not give in; but some, such as Barack Obama, do cast one half of themselves aside because it is expedient to do so. It’s pathetic and maddening! Whenever I see this, I feel like spitting on the participants because it is pure hypocrisy. There’s no other way to look at it. (I do have to mention that, in such cases, the white half seems to generally have no claim by default.)

This is why I call myself an outsider. I am not famous. Therefore, I have no claim to my heritage. I do think of myself as being part of these races; but others don’t see it that way. So I have no race. I am a mixed-breed, a “mutt”. So all of us mixed-breeds must band together to form a new race, a race we can call our own, at least, until we become famous. ūüôā

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Digg It March 3, 2007

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I have decided to send in one of my stories to Digg.com. It’s my all time favorite article on the Gray World.

Gray World: Why Is Murder Wrong? 

If any of you out there have already read this and liked it, please click on the Digg It box on the article.

Thanks.

Military Blogs February 24, 2007

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Yes, I finally got this thing to load in properly. I downloaded the Opera browser; and, for some reason, that has fixed things. (It’s a little slower though…)

Anyway,¬†I¬†want¬†to¬†take¬†the¬†time¬†to¬†highlight¬†some¬†blogs¬†that¬†I¬†think¬†should¬†be¬†on everyone’s¬†daily¬†reading.¬†These¬†are¬†a¬†couple¬†of¬†military¬†blogs¬†by¬†soldiers¬†on¬†the front lines.

Acute Politics or Acute Politics
Before now poetry has taken notice
Of wars, and what are wars but politics
Transformed from chronic to acute and bloody?
from “Build Soil”
Robert Frost

For this one, I would suggest going here first as it gives some suggested posts to read on your first visit.

Badgers Foward or Badgers Forward

These¬†guys¬†have¬†links¬†to¬†many¬†other¬†military¬†blogs¬†on¬†their¬†sites.¬†So¬†you can¬†browse¬†around¬†and¬†find¬†your¬†favorite¬†soldier¬†blogger.¬†I¬†tried¬†to¬†put¬†up a¬†feed¬†to¬†the¬†Acute¬†Politics¬†site;¬†but¬†that¬†Atom¬†feed¬†isn’t coming¬†in¬†right. My¬†apologies…

Technical Difficulties February 21, 2007

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This is weird. I’m looking at this crazy page that has completely removed any styling from the code causing the page to display with each item one on top of the other. I’ve been trying to figure this out for weeks. There’s apparently something wrong with the computer I’m using or something because I have written to the big guys at the helm; and I’m the only one having this problem. Great…

Happy Thanksgiving November 23, 2006

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It’s been a while. Too long, I guess. I haven’t written anything in the past several weeks.
Exhaustion is mostly to blame. Debating takes a lot out of me, especially when that person refuses to listen and ignores what I have to say; but it doubles even more when people start getting really nasty.

But this is Thanksgiving. This is a time to reflect on what we are most thankful for.
What am I thankful for?

Despite everything, I’m thankful for each and every one of my experiences, both good and bad. That’s what I’m most thankful for. Some of them have been scary; others have been frustrating; others have been exhausting; others have been emotionally draining; and still others have been downright painful.
But these are the things that make me who I am. Without them, I wouldn’t be me. I wouldn’t be as capable of appreciating the good things in life without them because such things are relative to the level of comfort that a person is accustomed to.

It never ceases to amaze me how the people with the most blessings, with the easiest life, are most often the people who don’t believe in God. Those are the people who say that God is uncaring and unfair.
No, God chastises. God gives us a dose of tough love because, sometimes, that is what is necessary to get our attention. He also trains certain people to endure in order to double their blessings later on in their lifetimes. And sometimes, He allows some people, such as the Apostles, to be persecuted or even killed to show others the strength of that person’s faith.

But if people refuse to believe in God, that’s their loss. I am thankful for my crutch, my ever present helper. I’m thankful for all of the good things in my life that I can truly appreciate and enjoy and all of the bad that allows me to truly enjoy them.

By the way, I am going to aim at writing an article on the Flood. I decided this a while ago; but I have been too exhausted to follow through.

’til then. ūüôā

Still Here September 7, 2006

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Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I have been here; but I have done what I promised myself that I would not do when I started this blog. I have gotten myself into an ongoing debate. So I have been sidetracked with that on Inaeth’s blog.

Hopefully, I will wrap it up soon. If not, then I will do my best to write another article anyway.

A Little Sidetracked August 1, 2006

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Well, I got a little bit sidetracked with those last two posts; but I thought that they were interesting and important to post. I promise that my latest article will come soon.

In the meantime, enjoy those two.

A Bit Delayed July 27, 2006

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What can I say? I’ve been tired as of late. I never really talk about my personal life, do I? *shrug* There isn’t much of interest. There are a few twists and turns here and there. Been trying to gather my courage for what I must do; but maybe there’s a new path? Heh. Been playing Kingdom Hearts and KHII for too long? Maybe. ūüėÄ (FMV sequences and the theme song are better in the first; but controls are better in the second. I loved the addition of one world in particular in the second one. Care to guess which one?)

I’ve been thinking about a piece on what it’s like to be a mixed kid after I finish my next series, though. Depends on the timing.

Also, I’ve been asked to do a breakdown on an animation sequence. Seeing what I can do there. That would take time, lots of time.

The Vast Masses Cheer My Return July 19, 2006

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Mwah ha ha ha!! Okay, so maybe not vast masses but, hopefully, a nice little sum of people.

*Sigh* What is with these spam posts recently? I’ve got two that got past the Akismet spam filter and five that I have just removed from the filter. One seems to be genuine praise, at least. Thank you for your kind words; but I can’t take all of the credit for the design of this site. This is mostly a template on WordPress. But the praise for the header I will take. ūüėÄ ūüėČ Thanks! I like it. ūüėÄ
I wrote about the details of the header and what it exactly is composed of here.

I’m looking forward to doing a nice little article on God’s grace. Coming soon.

Vacation June 24, 2006

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Well, it's that time of year: summer.

It's a time when families finally get together, gather all of their junk, and head out for that little destination of relaxation. What I am trying to say is that I'm going to be absent for the next three weeks.  My dad is flying in from China and taking us to Florida. I will be back on July 17.

'Til then, see ya'll later.

 June