The good sisters of my grammar school did a great job of brainwashing me. It began in first grade, but they really kicked it into gear between fourth and eight grades. I was taught that slavery was evil, I bought that, I still buy that. We were told stories about how the terrible slavemasters bought and sold humans and regarded them as they would a horse or a cow. Slaves were animals that did work for the master. The story grew worse as the nuns told us story after story of how these wretched humans were treated: whippings, hangings, public humiliation, etc. One of the worst teachings was about how the slavers broke up slave families on purpose. What a horrible concept that was. I could not imagine myself being separated from my parents, never to see them again. The story worked on me for the last sixty years. The nuns inculcated a guilt within me that as a white man I was somehow responsible for this mis-treatment.
All my life, I have continuously forgiven the blacks for their inability to function as a family like I see a family, i.e. a father, mother, and children. Instead, I see black mothers raising children without responsible men around. I am not alone in this guilt ridden society because men before me have thought similarly. They created welfare programs for the poor women left with the burden of raising children without fathers. Welfare, AId to Dependent Children, etc. The white guilt continues to care for the “innocent children.”
The myth created in my mind by the nuns has exploded. It has been dispelled by no other than one Barack Obama. In his book “Dreams From My Father,” he describes his family’s life. He goes into great detail describing the African life he so longed for growing up in America. In the chapters about his trip to Kenya, BO relates how his many half brothers and sisters all longed for the same thing, some attention from the father.
BO’s father had many wives. He had children by all of them. The records of his marriages are scanty if they exist at all. In Kenya, if a man takes a woman to live with, she is considered his wife. The ladies all go along with the culture. His father was also a Muslim, and by his religion he is allowed more than one wife. I don’t think his many wives had anything to do with his religion. His many wives had to do with his appetitie for sexual gratification. The wives go along because they need the respectability of a husband. Reading the book gave me the distinct impression that a Kenyan man sleeping with multiple partners is part of the culture. The women are okay with it, and compete with each other for the man’s favors. BO’s father dumped each of his progeny on his wives. He circulated between them creating a need for more of him in their souls. He granted enough tidbits of himself to screw them up for life. He was insuring his future care in old age.
I am free! No more guilt for me. I’m sorry Sister Clementine for finally liberating your rigorous brainwashing. It worked for sixty years, not bad. You had a tremendous effect on me, but Barack has set me free. Thank you Barack for teaching me that it is the African culture to father children and to let the women raise them in solitude without any help from the men, and not the result of slavers breaking up slave families.
I now see why you want to change America into a welfare state. You want to change America into a better place. You want to feed off whitey’s guilt, and develop a new culture that includes the best of your two worlds. You want to combine the African culture of one breeding with many women, with the guilt laiden white culture of caring for the offspring.
I like Sister Clementine’s teachings better!
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