Intro

It's time for a reality check ...

Maybe we’ve reached the point of diminishing astonishment.

But I suspect that much of what we’re hammered with every day really doesn’t make much of an impact on most of us anymore. We’ve heard the same stories too often. We’ve been exposed to the same issues for so long without any meaningful resolution. We recognize that reality is rapidly becoming malleable, primarily in the hands of whoever has the biggest microphone. How else can we explain a society where myth asserts itself as reality, based entirely how many hits it gets online?

We know that many of the “issues” as defined are pure crapola, hyped by politicians on both sides pandering to “the will of the people,” which is still more crapola. Inevitably, it’s not the will of all the people they reflect, but the will of relatively small groups of people with disproportionate political influence.

Nobody wants to face up to the realities of the issues. Nobody wants to say what’s right or wrong – even when it’s obvious and there are numbers to back it up. Most of us are afraid to bring up the realities for fear of being accused of being insensitive or downright mean.

So we say nothing. Until now.

It’s time for a reality check on the fundamentals – much of which is common knowledge to many of us, already. But it might be comforting to know you are not alone …

Saturday, June 27, 2020

Robert C. Byrd and the Eskimo Pie ...


One is racist. The other is not. 

Which is which?  It depends on who is deciding. 

The late Senator Robert C. Byrd was a Klan organizer – or Kleagle – who worked as a young man to recruit new members to the Klan in West Virginia.  For his efforts in setting up a 150-member local Klan chapter he was elected leader, or Exalted Cyclops. 

Despite the rumors, he never was a Grand Wizard.  Just an Exalted Cyclops. 

An avid segregationist, Byrd opposed integrating the armed forces and once wrote:

“I shall never fight in the armed forces with a negro by my side ... Rather I should die a thousand times, and see Old Glory trampled in the dirt never to rise again, than to see this beloved land of ours become degraded by race mongrels, a throwback to the blackest specimen from the wilds.”

He also filibustered against the Civil Rights Act of 1964. He is also the only Senator to oppose the only two black nominees to the Supreme Court. 

By most of today’s politically correct standards, he’d be considered a racist. His portraits and statues everywhere would be at least defaced and probably destroyed by BLM supporters.  But his name is on almost everything that doesn’t move in West Virginia – schools, highways, public buildings, etc. – and his statues and portraits are still up.

What’s saved his legacy?  He later became a liberal Democrat. This single act of contrition changed everything.  His racist and segregationist past no longer mattered.  He had evolved. Or as Joe Biden said at his funeral, “moved to the good side.”

In fact, at Byrd’s funeral, Biden praised him as someone who “elevated the Senate.” 

A former KKK recruiter? A former head of a local Klan chapter? Someone who once called blacks “race mongrels, a throwback to the blackest specimen from the wild” and people who he’d rather “die a thousand times” than serve beside? That’s Robert C. Byrd.  

Nothing to see here, right? Besides, that happened years ago. Why dwell on it now? 

Now consider the Eskimo Pie.  It was created in the 1920s.  In all the years since then, I doubt any Eskimo has ever claimed to be offended by the name.  I haven’t heard or seen anything about an Eskimo Lives Matter movement.  Still, the current owners of the Eskimo Pie brand have preemptively decided the name of the frozen delight is racially insensitive.  

So it must be changed.

To be completely honest, I didn’t know they were even making it anymore.  But soon, its racially tinged name will be banished forever.  Eskimos everywhere should rejoice. 

Don’t you feel better?  I know I’ll sleep better at night. 

If you’re wondering why there’s so much cultural insanity right now, this is a perfect example. 

A proven racist like Byrd is celebrated.  Meanwhile, George Washington, the father of our country, is reviled. So is Thomas Jefferson. All because they owned slaves centuries ago. 

Byrd remained a member of the KKK into the early 1940s. And a segregationist into the 1950s and 60s. Then again, so were most of his southern Democrat peers.   

Yet Abraham Lincoln, who signed the Emancipation Proclamation that freed the slaves, recently had his monument defaced. Now there’s a move to remove a landmark 1876 statue of Lincoln and a freed slave.  (The statue was funded entirely by grateful freed slaves back then.)    

Mobs have also attacked monuments to U.S. Grant, the Union general who defeated the Confederacy and who as President pushed through reforms that gave former slaves the right to vote. A statue of a noted abolitionist who gave his life to end slavery was torn down by the same mobs protesting past and current racial injustice in America.  

Nancy Pelosi has taken it upon herself to remove portraits of past Speakers of the House who supported slavery more than 150 years ago.  She’s also pushed for the removal of statues of the now politically incorrect – in hindsight – from the House.  

She thinks this will appease the BLM folks; she’s hoping maybe they won’t come after her and Democrats if she blackwashes American history by removing a few portraits and statues they wouldn’t like. She doesn’t understand that none of the BLM folks know anything about American history, much less about the people who were in those portraits and embodied in statues.

The destruction has nothing to do with righting wrongs. It’s all about intimidation. As one BLM leader admitted recently, if all of BLM’s demands aren’t met – and the list is ridiculous, including massive reparations to blacks and the end of prisons – they plan to burn the system down. 

The intimidation is working.  It’s obviously being felt by corporate weasels preemptively altering brand names and packaging to avoid offending anyone at all, especially anyone of color. I suppose that’s how the Eskimo Pie brand got on the chopping block. 

The death toll for brand names and characters is staggering and continues to grow.

No more Aunt Jemima (even though she was based on a real black person).
No more Uncle Ben. 
No more Cream of Wheat “Chef.”
No more Land O’Lakes Indian maiden.
No more Mrs. Butterworth (somebody said the bottles were shaped like a “mammy").
And of course, no more Eskimo Pie.

There will be more.  And I can guarantee it will get sillier and sillier as timid brand managers try to kiss up to the loonies demanding an end to what they perceive as hurtful stereotyping.

It’s like the days when people saw subliminal messaging and images in ads. Or thought they did. They saw suggestive images in liquor ad ice cubes. Or in pipe or cigarette smoke curling up.  Or in soda or champagne bubbles. Or in the reflection from a shiny new car.

People looking hard enough will always see what they want to see. 

They also won’t see what they don’t want to see. Like the history of racism of the Democrat Party, its role in Jim Crow laws and suppression of black votes, and of Klansmen like Robert Byrd. 

Or the condescending racism by the media and Democrats in plain view every day.  It’s the worst kind racism: the kind that implies blacks aren’t really able to make it on their own – they simply can’t compete or succeed educationally or economically without government assistance and special consideration to "level the playing field." 

In short, what they are saying is that blacks can’t be held to the same standards as everyone else. Blacks just aren’t up to the challenge.   

That’s real racism.  It should appall every thinking person of any color.      

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