*--day after day, I sneak through the cracks in the base-boards of "diversity" in Carifornja. When can I once again throw wide the gates and embrace a familiar environment, with familiar people? In the home built and protected by death and suffering all the way up my family tree and my own injuries--to the point of near extinction of my bloodline, will there ever again be a place where I am not the foreigner, but lynched as a racist for asking the question?


I'm finally going to say it.

I have a gut feeling it's going to be a huge relief to the morale just to have this said.

I am white.
I like being white.
I like white people.
I like having white friends.
I will eventually fall in love with a white woman.
I will eventually have white children.
I'm looking forward to living in a white environment--with a few possible exceptions.

I enjoy working to be a credit to my race--and not an embarrassment.

Furthermore,

I like living in an area where at least 1 person in a dozen can understand me when I speak to them, and can easily make themselves understood to me even in trifling matters--never mind the deeper existential problems of trying to relating to survival as a coherent consciousness in an epistemologically ambiguous physical universe. (Adams)

I like living among others who feel the same.

I like feeling and being and saying these things without apologizing to, or mistreating those who are not white.

I like speaking sincerely respectfully and amiably to everyone, and showing basic socially responsible kindnesses--white or not. This is part of being a credit to my race. It's what white people do. If I was not white, I'd want to be a credit to whatever race I was by being this way anyway--which many do.

On the other hand,

I don't like the sidelong, smug, accusatory glance of those who insinuate racism into this.

I don't like those who assume this means I do not enjoy other cultures--despite that I have ONLY been able to experience OTHER cultures.

I don't like those who don't comprehend that planned discourtesy to those of other races is weakness.

I don't like the continuous burden of language barriers, compounded by dumbfuck homey functionally illiterate "culture" that deliberately reinforces the downward spiral of functional communication.

Most of all, I don't like having to deal with determination to treat any complaint as racism or smugness, and ignore that these problems are unavoidable and directly affect the quality of my life.



Wow. I was right. That felt damn good! What a relief to the morale. That was a lifetime of pent-up frustration purged all at once.

I don't even smoke, and I need a cigarette.



Does anyone know where a place like this exists? The south springs to mind, but I would think xianity would fuck it my high.

Let the chair-throwing begin!

That sounds aboot right.


I'm so there. Are there a lot of bible-up-your-ass xians, like the south?

I have never experienced any stress based on my race, gender or religion.

I am somewhat insulted by the fact that you assume being white means you have to experience culture other than your own. As though whites don't have culture. You need to do a bit more research on that.

Hey, what about Maine. That's pretty out there.

NOooo! Try Vermont.

The funny thing about being white is that it is a relative thing.

I was white in my country for many years, until I moved to the United States and found I’m not white anymore.

So I would ask: White compared to who?

I'm genuinely curious. How so?

If you were any other race then white, what you wrote here, would be met with approval just about anywhere else. But since you are a white person, and said this stuff, shame on you. For your penance you must give a large amount of money to the Caucasian College fund...
...oh sorry no such thing, that would be illegal to have. My bad.

I also love being a fucking white man, as opposed to a non-fucking white man that never gets any. Not to be confused with fucking white men of course, because thats just not my thing.

Well, when I was a kid living in L.A., I was the whitest person on earth according to everyone I was forced to interact with. When the defense industry crapped out and my family moved to Texas, there was no way I could be white enough, I was the least white kid ever. Why? Simply because that's the way the south is. In many places, if you weren't born and raised there, if people haven't known your family back before your grandparents, you might as well be an alien from another damn planet.

Most people are racist, most people suck. Racism is common to all the herd, no matter what breed your discussing.

The south is not always some bastian for white society. I've been to the deep south (Macon area, near Andersonville to be exact) and it's primarily black. But it doesn't bother me too much, mainly it's the Bible-oriented culture around there. And here for that sake.