Sister Clementine Brainwashed Me

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!

Conflicted Soul

I finally broke down and began reading BO’s life story “Dreams From My Father.” The one thing that becomes very clear to me is that this man has had a very troubled early life. The fact that his mother is white and his father black screwed him up big time. He was raised white, but his soul was black. He wanted to be black.  His mother would have done him a big favor by following the father back to Kenya. His writings are filled with inner turmoil caused by his own belief that he was being rejected by whites. He saw the color attitude throught the eyes of his black classmates. He didn’t see the race difference because his mother and grandparents were white and sheltered him. When he finally learned of his grandmother’s concern about being stalked by a black man he was stunned at her reaction.

BO sought out people throughout his high school years that made him feel normal. Among them a black poet who was a freind of his grandfather’s. The poet, whose name was Frank, was a communist. Throughout high school and his early college days, BO leaned heavily toward the racist poetry of Malcolm X and Marxist teachings.

No doubt, some of this turmoil was brought on by his upbringing in Indonesia. His mother’s second husband  brought them to this country when it was in the aftermath of the overthrow of dictator Sukarno. He witnessed lots of unpleasant things, lots of poverty, lots of turmoil between his mother and her husband. Throughout his life, his black father kept in touch with him and constantly fed him a line about his black heritage and family in Kenya.

BO’s thinking was definitely shaped by inner struggles between his white and black self. His early goal to become an organizer after college pointed at his need to “change” things from the bottom up: it’s his message today.

The man carries a package of guilt about his race. He is clearly a racist, his father was also a racist. His affiliations with Jerimiah Wright, Louis Farakhan, Frank the poet, Ayres, are all the result of this guilt. It is my opinion that he is where he is today because he feels superior to the white race, and would like to punish whites in order to relieve his inner turmoil.  

Is this the kind of conflicted soul we want to lead us?

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