I can only assume that this entire post is sarcasm.
No, the Right to Bare Arms was added as a sop to the fledgling sunblock industry.
I think this says it beautifully. I think about race more than a lot of white people, and now that I’m seriously involved with a black man I think about it more than ever. But even though that’s true, he’s more aware of it than I am simply because I’ve had the privilege of being able to ignore what I choose to ignore. I grew up in an almost entirely white community, went to school and university at almost entirely white places, lived in Whiteville among the Whitersons. I get to stay here if I want, and be sheltered from recognizing what happens outside of these enclaves (or inside the enclaves if someone “other” penetrates them, since it happens so rarely).
(This whole conversation reminds me of how often Christians think they are persecuted.)
My boyfriend and I go out in public together and he’s still more aware of things than I am. Oh, I might notice if someone is staring at us, and if I see a mixed-race couple I feel a little frisson of recognition, but I’ve been in the majority my whole life. I’ve been able to afford to ignore race.
We walked down a street in DC’s Chinatown and I was hyper-aware of my race, and of my race relative to my boyfriend’s. I didn’t feel threatened, but I was noticing the HELL out of that situation (and still naive about what the risks really were). It’s like it takes being in a situation where you are really feeling it to get a sense for what the minority experience is like in this country, and even so it was very temporary.
They wanted the freedom of white, male, British descendant landowners. Come on, they were a product of their very racist, very sexist, very discriminatory times.
Don’t you think it is significant that they are not?
Regards,
Shodan