What if you grew up white and discovered … you’re not, really.

Members of the neo-Nazi organization National ...

Members of the neo-Nazi organization National Socialist Front (Nationalsocialistisk front) taking part in a nationalist demonstration in Stockholm on National Day. Riot police are escorting the demonstrators in order to ward off violent clashes between nationalist and anti-racist activists. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: A militant neo nazi in USA holding a ...

English: A militant neo nazi in USA holding a 30-.06 rifle. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Members of the Alberta-based neo-nazi group Ar...

Members of the Alberta-based neo-nazi group Aryan Guard stage a counter-protest, at an anti-racism rally. They are seen here on the Southwest corner of Kensington Road and 10 Street Northwest in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Please note that this image has been cropped to keep out unrelated people who happened to pass by. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Français : drapeau du National Socialist Movem...

Français : drapeau du National Socialist Movement aux USA (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Members of the neo-Nazi organization Swedish R...

Members of the neo-Nazi organization Swedish Resistance Movement (Svenska motståndsrörelsen) taking part in a nationalist demonstration in Stockholm on National Day. Riot police are escorting the demonstrators in order to ward off violent clashes between nationalist and anti-racist activists. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

WHAT IF YOU GREW UP WHITE AND DISCOVERED … YOU’RE NOT, REALLY. When I thought about writing this post, it was going to be comical with a bit of satire. A fictional conversation about a person whose ancestors experienced what would have been referred to in the 18 and 19 centuries as a “bleaching of the race.” But, in the 21st century, nobody told this person about their black and brown roots. Then, one day, the protagonist finds out that some of his or her (hadn’t decided as yet) ancestors came to the states through the back door and life changes immediately — from within. But before I began writing, I had to do some digging first.

I can’t write anything, even fiction, without doing some research and injecting something of reality into what I write. Besides, reality is what one makes it.

So I started trolling the web and found myself recalling a news show that I watched recently. It wasn’t funny, and I didn’t want to go to the place this story brought me to. I was looking for humor. I want to laugh and I want my readers to laugh, to be uplifted by my words.

The topic was about the murder of Jeff Hall, a regional head of the National Socialist Movement, a neo-Nazi, white supremacy group with about 500 members, who was shot and killed by his 10-year-old son. No humor in that. It’s a sad and horrific way to die. As a man, one’s clearest extension of who and what your are, your identity as a male to remain long after you are gone, enabling your footprint to be cast in an undying DNA bank, is your son. In this case, his first-born, which is double jeopardy.

The news story focused on how Hall’s son was groomed to become a sociopath, living with a father whose way of life was based on hate, bigotry and violence. When Hall lost his job and was out of work for an extended period of time, he turned his hate and bigotry inward and became violent with his family. Beating his wife and 10-year-old son became a way of home life for him and his family.

During this story, the commentator showed a clip of a neo-Nazi rally that took place in downtown Philadelphia last year or so. The leader of the rally, clad in full Nazi military uniform, with high black boots looked like a “storm trooper” straight out of a 1940s war movie, spouted all sorts of hateful commentary. His demeanor was filled with the same hatred he was espousing. His eyes seemed dull and lifeless as if drained of any capacity to feel compassion or humanity. this man expressed one of his greatest fears that must be stopped by “any means necessary,” the browning of the race. Specifically, the browning of the white race.

“This isn’t funny,” I thought to myself. “This is depressing and discouraging.” So I kept searching for something to find a way to get back to my first thought; how funny it would be to suddenly discover you’re not who you thought you were. You know, that’s not funny at all. The only way this story could have some humor is to write in the genre of a B-class science fiction story. That is, the person wakes up with brown skin, nappy hair, a big nose, thick lips and big bottom. But that’s not funny either.

My subject kept me drawn and I came across an article by  ThinkProgress that said in Lucerne County PA, the Republican Party elected a white supremacist as the county’s Committeeman.

Republicans in Luzerne County, Pennsylvania have elected Steve Smith, a lifelong white supremacist with close ties to neo-Nazi groups and groups like Aryan Nations, to the county’s GOP Committee.

The elections, which took place in late April, were certified by the committee two weeks ago, and Smith notified supporters of his victory last week by posting a message to the online forum White News Now.

So I’ve stopped trying to find humor and instead I’m left seeking a way to discuss my concern about the rise of hatred in this country without being drowned out by my topic. Before I go any further, I’m soliciting comments from anyone reading this post. I want to hear what others think about the rise of hate groups in this country. And the fact that gun sales are soaring and ordinary citizens arm themselves, fearing their neighbors, but, more importantly, fearing the unknown.

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One response »

  1. ceo1fsp says:

    As a famouse sitcom Character once said “there is a lttle bit of me in al of yahs” that was Archie Bunker from All In The Fmaily

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