I try very hard to keep politics out of this blog. There is no rigid format. I don't call it David B. Riley Rants & Rave For Nothing. I ranted about soap boxes and the incompetence of fast food counter help. But politics, "It's a mania" to misquote Ben Franklin.
The President's pouring of gasoline to ignite racial hatred was hardly a surprise. Being a cranky middle aged white guy I don't pretend to know what it's like to be of some other race. But I never considered myself racist. Nonetheless, because of my demographics it has not been uncommon for people who barely know me to start railing about "Ship 'em back to Africa" and similar themes. Those are not my views.
Growing up, I came to view my mother as one of the most racist people I ever knew. Yet she would always deny being a racist. She'd deny being a racist, yet come home from the store and announce there was some black guy at the store. She'd deny being racist, yet the first predicate of any remarks was how black someone was and the need to always remind anyone that someone was black. She was raised to hate the Japanese, and she relished that from the WWII era until the day she died. She also hated Mexicans, I never really was clear on that, save for the fact all Latinos were Mexicans in her eyes. Her racial formula never made any sense. Why I now feel the need to mention it, I don't know save for the fact that race is not simple.
But I am not my mother. When I was a laundry supervisor at hotel laundry operation and people made comments about the Chinese Laundry, I advised them they could keep their thoughts to themselves. When I recently posted the guidelines to the book I'm editing, Tales From Dry Gulch, I was denounced as racist and my writers guidelines were taken down from some websites. No one ever bothered to state why they were supposedly racist or let me respond to any of their criticism. That angered me greatly. And I still do not see what was racist in those guidelines. Apparently, writing about people of color, even accurately is racist to some. I guess I'll never understand it.
But back to the politics. The President of the United States stood in the Rose Garden and said a slight variation of "Ship 'em Back to Africa," a mantra I heard all the time from my mother's friends when I was growing up. And that attack was directed at four women who are not only United States citizens, but elected members of Congress. I'm a writer. I have a very large vocabulary. Yet I was at a total loss for words. Maybe I'll think of something to say today or tomorrow, but I wonder why I should have to. My mother didn't really know any better. Donald Trump certainly does.