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"An Analysis: Racism, PAW Patrol and Nishi part 2"
5 years ago
An Analysis: Racism, PAW Patrol and Nishi part 2
Nishi, I don’t know you, but I have known a hundred like you and I instinctively know that you do not have a clue, despite all of your life experience. So, I will do you a favor and clue you in.
[4] For instance, you said something along the lines of: “How did I not know I was following a racist all this time?” Um… yeah, that was stupid of you. Yes, you were one of my vast legions of followers. So… does this mean that I have been pulling the wool over your eyes, cleverly managing to stay under your racist-radar for years? Either you were too stupid to notice my racism or I am not racist. I will happily accept either conclusion. That also goes for the rest of you who unwatched me, who also had to make the unenviable choice. Next!
[5] You also say that I am too old to change. Thank God. Unlike you youngsters, I am old enough to understand what real hate is. I received my education on the subject at a very young age. When I was a child, my sister and I made the mistake of going to the house of Mrs. Buckingham, a neighbor across the street to play with her children. We laughed and played and ran around in the yard. The next day the mother of those children came over to our home and politely told my mother over tea that we were not allowed to play with her children because we were... for lack of a better word... “other”. Our mother had to explain to us that our kind were not welcome among decent folk and that we had to be careful what we said and did and who we hung around with. People were often surprised to find out that my mother had any children because we had learned our lesson well. We learned that it was safer not to be seen or heard.
Every time I walked into a class room, I was acutely aware that I was not like THEM. When I was seventeen, I walked from school to my job as a dishwasher, the only work I could get. Women walking on the sidewalk would actually cross to the other side of the busy street to get away when they saw me coming. Some would even run for fear that I would rob them or rape them. My employer trusted me enough to give me the keys to the restaurant where I worked and allowed me to close up by myself. The first night I did this, I locked the restaurant door only to find that the police were waiting for me outside in the darkness to ambush me at gunpoint. They had already judged me like you did, Nishi and decided that I must be robbing the place. After that incident, my mother would get up in the middle of the night and drive to the restaurant and sit in the parking lot for hours each night because she was so afraid I would get shot by the police. To this day I have not lived down the shame and humiliation I have experienced because of people like you.
Back in those days, we didn’t have to invent “fake hate” in order to fill some sick, twisted fantasy of feeling victimized. The hate was real enough. There was no black lives matter or gay pride waiting with open arms to run to for cover in those days. Some protection. These organizations began with noble intentions, but have since metastasized into political monsters churning out new and exciting forms of hate, bigotry, paranoia and fear. Now their aim is gaining power through fear-mongering and feeding off of the victimization of the George Floyds of the world. What would they do if they had no more victims to feed on? What would you do, Nishi? Self-destruct? Never may that happen. Please, Nishi, continue on making new victims for them and practicing your fake hate.
Nishi, you are the worst kind of racist because you have no problem judging and assigning labels to people you don’t know and things you cannot understand. At least Mrs. Buckingham was kind enough to acknowledge her hate and bigotry openly and without shame. And why not? She knew she had nothing to be ashamed of. That’s just how it was then. But you, Nishi, wrap your hate in a rainbow-colored flag, thinking it will protect eyes from casting judgement upon you. That feeling of protection is an illusion and will prove to be fleeting.
[6] As for your threat “We will wait you out”, I have bigger fish to fry than worrying about you and your little friends running me out of town. I was around long before such things as black lives matter and gay pride and FurAffinity and I may even be here when they are gone. I am old enough to have seen things come and go, you might say.
Hate, however- whether real or imagined, is much more stubborn and endures. My only real regret over the past few days is that there is nothing I can do to retaliate against your hatred. There is nothing I can do to hurt you, no revenge I can wreak upon you. I suppose that is what true victimization is- the inability to act upon their abusers. I could not do anything to Mrs. Buckingham except to tip my hat when she passed by and patiently wait forty years for her to die. There is nothing I can do to the police who still hassle me when I walk down my own street. There is nothing I can do to my neighbors who still dial 911 on me and accuse me of casing their homes or looking in their car windows. And there is nothing I can do to you, Nishi, or your little racist friends. Nothing. You are just another in a long line of people who have victimized me and have suffered no consequences for their actions.
I reported your comments to the administration, not because I was naïve enough to think anything would be done to you, but because there is no doubt in my mind that you have done this to other users on FurAffinity and elsewhere. I received a meaningless form letter from the administration announcing that the trouble ticket was closed. No help there, as expected. But you should feel honored, Nishi. You have the dubious distinction of being first person I have ever reported to the administration. In ten long years, the very first. I didn’t even report Roo-kiss over her shady business dealings with me. You are currently the only person on my “block” list. ( Unlike you, I have room for more.)
[7] As for your shout on my user page: “Racists will delete this to prove they are not racists.” I did not remove the shout; the administration did. Apparently, they did not find it amusing, either. If nothing else, I take it to mean that the administration agrees with me that your comments were racist, hateful and threatening. That was the one and only thing they have ever done for me. And I am sure it’s the last. Imagine that. The only thing the administration and I have ever agreed on is your hate. Go figure.
I would like to think that something positive will come of this, but nothing will. You play with race and hatred and threats like they are shiny new toys that you and your little friends have just discovered. But you have no idea what you are doing. Your parents, government and school system have let you down by teaching you to view everything through the lens of racism. It is the new slavery from which no one is allowed to escape. One day there will be no racial hatred, and people will be able to live in peace and security. But it will not happen by your efforts, and certainly not by the failed institutions in which you have placed your faith.
Love, -D.
Nishi, I don’t know you, but I have known a hundred like you and I instinctively know that you do not have a clue, despite all of your life experience. So, I will do you a favor and clue you in.
[4] For instance, you said something along the lines of: “How did I not know I was following a racist all this time?” Um… yeah, that was stupid of you. Yes, you were one of my vast legions of followers. So… does this mean that I have been pulling the wool over your eyes, cleverly managing to stay under your racist-radar for years? Either you were too stupid to notice my racism or I am not racist. I will happily accept either conclusion. That also goes for the rest of you who unwatched me, who also had to make the unenviable choice. Next!
[5] You also say that I am too old to change. Thank God. Unlike you youngsters, I am old enough to understand what real hate is. I received my education on the subject at a very young age. When I was a child, my sister and I made the mistake of going to the house of Mrs. Buckingham, a neighbor across the street to play with her children. We laughed and played and ran around in the yard. The next day the mother of those children came over to our home and politely told my mother over tea that we were not allowed to play with her children because we were... for lack of a better word... “other”. Our mother had to explain to us that our kind were not welcome among decent folk and that we had to be careful what we said and did and who we hung around with. People were often surprised to find out that my mother had any children because we had learned our lesson well. We learned that it was safer not to be seen or heard.
Every time I walked into a class room, I was acutely aware that I was not like THEM. When I was seventeen, I walked from school to my job as a dishwasher, the only work I could get. Women walking on the sidewalk would actually cross to the other side of the busy street to get away when they saw me coming. Some would even run for fear that I would rob them or rape them. My employer trusted me enough to give me the keys to the restaurant where I worked and allowed me to close up by myself. The first night I did this, I locked the restaurant door only to find that the police were waiting for me outside in the darkness to ambush me at gunpoint. They had already judged me like you did, Nishi and decided that I must be robbing the place. After that incident, my mother would get up in the middle of the night and drive to the restaurant and sit in the parking lot for hours each night because she was so afraid I would get shot by the police. To this day I have not lived down the shame and humiliation I have experienced because of people like you.
Back in those days, we didn’t have to invent “fake hate” in order to fill some sick, twisted fantasy of feeling victimized. The hate was real enough. There was no black lives matter or gay pride waiting with open arms to run to for cover in those days. Some protection. These organizations began with noble intentions, but have since metastasized into political monsters churning out new and exciting forms of hate, bigotry, paranoia and fear. Now their aim is gaining power through fear-mongering and feeding off of the victimization of the George Floyds of the world. What would they do if they had no more victims to feed on? What would you do, Nishi? Self-destruct? Never may that happen. Please, Nishi, continue on making new victims for them and practicing your fake hate.
Nishi, you are the worst kind of racist because you have no problem judging and assigning labels to people you don’t know and things you cannot understand. At least Mrs. Buckingham was kind enough to acknowledge her hate and bigotry openly and without shame. And why not? She knew she had nothing to be ashamed of. That’s just how it was then. But you, Nishi, wrap your hate in a rainbow-colored flag, thinking it will protect eyes from casting judgement upon you. That feeling of protection is an illusion and will prove to be fleeting.
[6] As for your threat “We will wait you out”, I have bigger fish to fry than worrying about you and your little friends running me out of town. I was around long before such things as black lives matter and gay pride and FurAffinity and I may even be here when they are gone. I am old enough to have seen things come and go, you might say.
Hate, however- whether real or imagined, is much more stubborn and endures. My only real regret over the past few days is that there is nothing I can do to retaliate against your hatred. There is nothing I can do to hurt you, no revenge I can wreak upon you. I suppose that is what true victimization is- the inability to act upon their abusers. I could not do anything to Mrs. Buckingham except to tip my hat when she passed by and patiently wait forty years for her to die. There is nothing I can do to the police who still hassle me when I walk down my own street. There is nothing I can do to my neighbors who still dial 911 on me and accuse me of casing their homes or looking in their car windows. And there is nothing I can do to you, Nishi, or your little racist friends. Nothing. You are just another in a long line of people who have victimized me and have suffered no consequences for their actions.
I reported your comments to the administration, not because I was naïve enough to think anything would be done to you, but because there is no doubt in my mind that you have done this to other users on FurAffinity and elsewhere. I received a meaningless form letter from the administration announcing that the trouble ticket was closed. No help there, as expected. But you should feel honored, Nishi. You have the dubious distinction of being first person I have ever reported to the administration. In ten long years, the very first. I didn’t even report Roo-kiss over her shady business dealings with me. You are currently the only person on my “block” list. ( Unlike you, I have room for more.)
[7] As for your shout on my user page: “Racists will delete this to prove they are not racists.” I did not remove the shout; the administration did. Apparently, they did not find it amusing, either. If nothing else, I take it to mean that the administration agrees with me that your comments were racist, hateful and threatening. That was the one and only thing they have ever done for me. And I am sure it’s the last. Imagine that. The only thing the administration and I have ever agreed on is your hate. Go figure.
I would like to think that something positive will come of this, but nothing will. You play with race and hatred and threats like they are shiny new toys that you and your little friends have just discovered. But you have no idea what you are doing. Your parents, government and school system have let you down by teaching you to view everything through the lens of racism. It is the new slavery from which no one is allowed to escape. One day there will be no racial hatred, and people will be able to live in peace and security. But it will not happen by your efforts, and certainly not by the failed institutions in which you have placed your faith.
Love, -D.
To me, there is no color or race in furrys. That's what I was told when I joined in this fandom. But maybe it's changing?
I don't dislike any one unless they give me a good reason to.