Thanks for popping in. A little while ago, I decided to curb my swearing, because I felt it fuelled negative thoughts and anger. I felt that using angry language just made me angrier. How am I doing? Some and some. Some days there are no f***s; other days there are more than I would like to admit.
Today I read about the 5th black man found hanged in the States, and I am fucking wild. So let me put a fiver in the swear box for an hour, and vent.
Racism? It disgusts me. I am not black, so I truly cannot know what it feels like to be the target of racial discrimination. But I was married to a black man in the 80’s and 90’s, and my children are mixed race. So every time a young black man is murdered, my heart breaks. I lived in California, a so-called liberal state, but I saw plenty of really insidious racism, and felt it first hand.
I have met white racists and white supremacists in the States. I have listened to their insanity, and believe you me – I have argued with them. But there’s no arguing with insanity. In fact, I remember meeting a Klan member, a really wealthy white dude who collected very expensive classic cars, who threatened to burn a cross in our front garden. In Carmel. Yep. California. He was all over me. Loved my British accent. I will never forget how he turned when my husband walked in. He just went mad. Called us both vile names and hurled abuse at us. Rob walked out, and I got to hear him warn me not to go to sleep that night, because he was comin. 1992, that was. The year my Mark was born.
My husband’s father, God rest his soul, was a very angry man. Thing is, he watched his best friend get lynched by a mob when he was just 16. They let him go. Don’t think it ever left him though. Thousands of black people were lynched, and nobody was held accountable. Black people were tyrannised for decades. It was nothing less than racial terrorism. And now we see a pattern emerging. One hanging after another one. 5 within a month. Black men hung from trees. The authorities are arguing they are all suicides. I say BULLSHIT. George Floyd is murdered, and now black men are hanging themselves? Get real.
I know this isn’t a topic for the faint hearted, and I NEVER usually speak out about politics or unrest. I always say there’s no point in feeding the fire. But THIS Terror on black people HAS TO STOP. There has to be the revolution. This cannot go on. We privileged white people cannot understand what black people endure – we really cannot. But we could at least bloody open our eyes and try to empathise! Try to grasp what a lifetime of bullying and suppression will lead to! We have to walk a mile in a person’s shoes to properly get it. BUT. We can surely see the difference between right and wrong!.
I cannot stay silent on this subject. I have to raise my hand and say I am right there with the BLACK LIVES MATTER protestors. Maybe not physically, because of the pandemic. But certainly in my heart.
I have a beautiful black son living in Northern California and a beautiful black daughter living in New York. Sure they’re half white, but to the average redneck, they’re black, make no mistake. Their father is a Superior Court Judge, a Doctor of Law. He is also mixed race. When we were married, he wasn’t allowed to play golf at a particular golf club in the Hamptons. “No Blacks, No Jews”. That’s what it said above the entrance. Not that long ago, eh? Do you understand why I am so wild?
I had to pull Grace out of a private school in this country because of racial bullying. That wasn’t long ago either. I am just sick to death of ignorant, ugly bigotry. It’s everywhere – and it’s on the rise again.
Please stop and think about lynching as a sport, as a pastime. That could be my son. That could be my son!!
Enough said. Sometimes you just have to speak your truth.