By James Bronson (deutsche Übersetzung ab hier)
There once was a college freshman named George who thought he knew it all. While home for Christmas Break, George and his father got into a heated dispute after dinner one night. 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 wrongs that they had inflicted upon non-Whites throughout history.
George explained: „Because of European racism and greed, we stole the Native Americans‘ land, we held African Americans in slavery, we persecuted the Jews, and we ruined the environment. We’ve been oppressive racists for thousands of years so it’s only fair that we pay economic reparations for the harm we’ve done to the world. I’m happy to see we are ending our political and economic domination of the oppressed peoples, but we still have a long way to go.“
George’s dad was shocked to hear such talk. „Who put that commie-pinko crap into your head, son? 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 critically acclaimed author and a 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 a bunch of horsecrap! I’ve always been fair-minded and tolerant of people from all backgrounds and races. When have you ever heard a racial epithet come out of my mouth? I haven’t ‚oppressed‘ anybody, and furthermore there’s nothing wrong with identifying with your 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 mindful of your European heritage and identity, just like every other racial group in America is aware of its identity. Why is it OK for them to have a natural sense of racial solidarity but it’s evil for us Europeans to feel that way?“
The young „intellectual“ rolled his eyes disrespectfully. „Come on dad, that’s the same kind of White supremacy that Hitler tried to peddle. Those racist attitudes were discredited years ago.“
„Discredited by whom?“ retorted the father.
„By eminent scholars like Professor Silverstein.“ replied George.
„He’s an eminent buttwipe, that’s what he is! He’s selling you horsecrap and you’re buying it!“
„No dad! He’s a leading anthropologist, and his book, „The White Plague“, has been critically acclaimed by The New York Times, Newsweek Magazine, and the Washington Post. I realize you didn’t get a chance to go to college dad… so you just don’t understand these things. You’re just a plumber! There’s only one race and that’s the human race. Diversity is our greatest strength. Who cares how much melanin we have in our skin? Differences in so-called „race“ are as insignificant as differences in belly buttons. Race is only an artifical social construct, nothing more. And besides, UN statistics now show that low White birth rates, immigration patterns, and the fact that we live in an increasingly multicultural society and global economy, will mean that Europeans and their ethnocentric and racist culture will have been blended out by the end of the century.“
Turning red with anger, the father yelled: „You are a walking cliché you know that boy? Is this what I’m paying for? For you to learn that it’s a good thing that the European peoples of the world fade out and cease to exist? Is that what you really want?“
Young George replied, „Yes! I think it’s great! We are already down to just 9% of world population and falling. When we are all brown and yellow, 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 White Europeans had never existed to begin with.“
„What did you just say?“ George’s father asked.
„I said I wish us White people had never existed!“
And immediately following that statement, there came suddenly 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 forest. After a few seconds of confusion and disorientation, a frumpy old man then appeared out of nowhere. He leaned against a tree and spoke:
„Well, George, you’ve got your wish.“
George asked: „Where am I? What’s going on here? And who are you?“
The old man answered: „I’m Clarence P. Oddbody, Angel 2nd class. You’ve got your wish George. 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 White people never existed. No ‚dumb blondes‘ , no redheads, no brown heads, no blue or green eyed devils. Just blacks, browns, and yellows.“
„Really? Wow! 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 Professor Silverstein and all my friends how wonderful this non-racist world was. Say, where exactly am I anyway?“
„You’re in what would have been Bedford Falls, New York, standing on what would have been your parents‘ home at 286 Grove Ave.“ replied Clarence.
George paused, then said: „Oh. I get it. There is no deforestation in a non White world. Unlike the rampaging Europeans, the native Americans were environmentally conscious. Nonetheless, I’m freezing out here. Where’s the nearest motel Clarence?“
„Motel?“ said the angel with a chuckle. „There are no motels here in what you once knew as North America. But there are some caves up in those mountains where you can find shelter.“
„Caves?! No way dude. 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 were never here to build them. Whites never existed, remember? The natives use tents for shelters – you know, „tee pees“. Would you like to go meet some local Indians….excuse me…’Native Americans‘? Perhaps they’ll let you stay in one.“
„A tent? But it’s 10 degrees outside?…Oh well. It’s better than a cave I suppose. Let’s go talk to the local Chief.“
Clarence and George walked through the cold and wet forest for about 30 minutes before George had a sudden thought.
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