While looking for the "Black Lives Matter" response to the just shooting of Antonio Demond Sanders (and hoping to find nothing), I found results for a website called chimp mania. I'm not linking to it because, let's face it, they're racist, knuckle-dragging, troglodytes.
I spent a few minutes looking through that hateful nonsense, shuddering every time I saw the n-word.
I'm almost a free speech purist, up to the point where the speaker incites violence against others. As a general rule, I like haters to identify themselves, so I know to avoid them.
That website made me sad to share even a shred of DNA with those racist twats. Being white doesn't equate to hate or supremacy. Being white simply means most of my ancestors were melanin-challenged people who originated in Europe.
I may criticize BLM for their tactics and eulogizing really bad dudes lile Michael Brown, but I wholeheartedly support their intention of ending racism in policing. I rail against the generational guilt implied in the reparations movement, but I share their goal of creating a society where a person is judged solely by the content of their character.
I really don't know what to do about this racist website. I really don't trust governments with the power of censorship. I'd rather see this cesspool of racism to exist than trust governments to only shut down racist sites. Anyone who criticizes Israeli treatment of the Palestinians is almost automatically labelled an antisemite, and fabricated claims of racism do happen relatively often. I was accused of racism for refusing to date a girl in middle school. She first spread rumors that we had sex, then accused me of racism against Hispanics. In a way I was signalling a preference. If she'd been a smoking hot latin man, the result would have been very different. The fact is: I'm as gay as a picnic basket. Never had sex with a woman, and don't think I could do it even if I had a gun to my head.
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