If I Were Really a Racist...
Normally, I try to keep the Friday edition of this Substack blog lighthearted. It’s the end of the week and I think we should always be happy going into the weekend. This time, however, something’s bothering me. I’ll still include the Stupid Joke of the Week and a recipe, but I have something I want to get off my chest and it isn’t easy to say…
I’ve Come to the Realization that Racism is pervasive in the United States of America
Now stay with me here, I haven’t traded in my MAGA cap for a BLM t-shirt or taken a high-paying gig as a CRT consultant… I don’t believe our racism is endemic or systemic. Our Constitution is not based on racism, and it is not currently institutionalized… nevertheless, a racist agenda is being pursued with truly reckless abandon.
I am not a racist. I am a white conservative male born to this country and raised in the Midwest and I am not a racist. As a matter of fact, I don’t personally know anyone I could confidently call out as racist.
Most of the cries of racism and microaggressions seem somewhat self-serving to me… after all, we all get insulted for all kinds of things. Having a thick skin is a necessary part of life. When I was a kid, other kids called me fat. As I grew up and became an athlete, they found other epitaphs to throw at me. My wife sometimes gets criticized for her accent and I’ve heard people say all kinds of mean things about their bosses, friends, and even wives! I don’t think it’s ever right to belittle people, but the way I figure it, if someone wants to insult you, they’re going to hit you where your skin is thinnest. When I was a kid, it was my weight, if I were black, it might have been my skin color. Somehow, I don’t think that really qualifies as racism.
Because of this, I have publicly proclaimed and steadfastly believed that the racist cries of the Democrats and Leftists were fundamentally without merit. However, I have had an epiphany.
It occurred when I tried to visualize what intelligent, diabolical, and pervasive racism would really look like – and it doesn’t resemble any of the things being crammed down our throats. What I did realize makes me sick to my stomach…
If I were really a racist…
I would be smart about it. Just ridiculing and putting down my victims wouldn’t be enough for me. I’d be diabolical. I would ruin them and I would ruin their children.
So, if I were really a racist…
The first thing I would do is convince everyone I wasn’t. I would not only convince my victims I wasn’t a racist, but I would point my finger at my enemies and paint them as racists.
I’d destroy all the evidence of my past racism. I’d tear down every statue, denounce every book, and rename every street, product, military base, or school that could possibly remind anyone of my racism. People have a short memory but I especially wouldn’t want anything to get in the way of my indoctrination of future generations of victims. My hatred would be so intense that I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had ruined the lives of my victim’s children’s children’s children.
I’d take over the schools and force my victims to send their children to my indoctrination camps. Not only would they receive the poorest of educations, but I could begin my program of preaching intolerance, hopelessness, fear, tribalism, and reverse discrimination. I would leave mothers no say – no vouchers, no private schools, no school choice.
I would teach that even though assimilation was the successful path to prosperity used by every race in America, my victims should focus on multiculturalism instead. I would teach them to hate America.
I’d make sure that religion was removed from those same schools and ridiculed. I would begin preaching the victim mentality to impress upon their children that they live in an immoral world and that only the immoral get ahead in life.
I would economically devastate them by shipping all the high-paying manufacturing jobs overseas and I would import massive amounts of cheap labor via illegal immigration and guest worker visas. I would steal their dignity; I would steal their pride. I would impoverish them; I would crush them.
I would destroy my victims’ families. I would enact the ‘Great Society’ legislation to create the modern welfare state. I would financially punish families that stayed married and financially reward only the single mothers in poverty who have more children for me to victimize. I would create disincentives to find work and create a never-ending cycle of poverty and dependence.
At the same time, I would cull their race by promoting abortion. I would convince those young girls that were trying to get ahead and avoid the poverty trap of single motherhood that there was nothing immoral about killing their babies, and then I would use that guilt to permanently cement their loyalty to the only party that assures them abortion isn’t immoral and that they did the right thing. I would also defund the police so black-on-black homicides could grow dramatically.
I would sap the ambition and energy of my victim’s youth by making mind-altering drugs abundant and affordable. I would make sure that the regulations, taxes, and permits required to open a traditional business were so onerous and expensive that dealing drugs was the obvious and only easy way to be entrepreneurial. Then, through movies songs, and celebrities I would romanticize the pimps, gangsters, and drug dealers. I would make cultural heroes out of the worst bottom elements of my victims’ people.
Then, once I had them thoroughly ground under my heel, I would enact the racism of low expectations. I would offer programs on Affirmative Action, Identity Politics, and Critical Race Theory. I would throw massive amounts of money at neighborhoods and corrupt programs that sounded good but accomplished nothing. I would play the part of the hero and make them believe that without me they have no hope.
Then, I would enact the coup d’ gras… I would take the most indoctrinated of my victims and elevate them through the educational and career process until they became the leaders of their people… I would make them rich from perpetuating my racism.
Once I had accomplished all this I could sit back and watch my victims destroy themselves.
Yes, if I were a racist in America, I would be a Democrat politician. Not all Democrats are racists, but almost all racists are Democrats. There are some that hold Republican office and they are just as guilty for quietly hiding out and not speaking out against the atrocities of their fellow politicians… but the majority do their dirty work under the guise of ‘the party that cares.’ The same party that bought and owned slaves, and fought and died to keep them. The party that founded the KKK. The party that couldn’t muster a simple majority to pass the Civil Rights Act of 1964, and the party that promoted segregation. It’s the party that today controls almost all of our inner-city slums and it’s the same party that still preaches hatred, division, and victimhood.
If I were a racist, I would be a Democrat.
So, when black activists shout that racism is endemic in our society… they’re partially right. But it’s not incorporated in our Constitution or our founding. It’s not embedded in our culture, heritage, or society. And it’s not systemic in our courts, or laws, or police forces…
The racism in America today is found with the same political masters as it always was. The chains today are words, not iron. The ownership today uses a siren’s song, not a whip… but, it’s still the same evil.
STUPID JOKE of the WEEK
Q: What is the opposite of a croissant?
A: A happy uncle.
RECIPE: RACK OF VENISON
with Rosemary Ginger & Maple Crust-Truffle Demi-Glace
Prep time: 20 minutes
Cook time: 1 hour
Step up your game with a rack of venison, fragrantly dressed with rosemary ginger that leaves a little spice at the tip of the tongue. Round out this beautiful meat with a sweet maple crust and truffle demi-glace. Serves 6 - 8.
RACK OF VENISON, THAWED 2.5 LB
HIMALAYAN PINK SALT, TO TASTE 0.44 LB
WFF FRESHLY GROUND BLACK PEPPERCORNS, TO TASTE 0.2 LB
QTY 1/4 CUP
WFF DEMI-GLACE WITH TRUFFLE ESSENCE 0.75 LB (12 FL. OZ.)
RED WINE VINEGAR
QTY 1 TBSP
QTY 1/3 CUP
GINGER SNAP COOKIE CRUMBS
QTY 1 CUP
FRESH BREAD CRUMBS
QTY 1/2 CUP
LIGHT OLIVE OIL
QTY 1/3 CUP
GRANULATED GARLIC 0.33 LB (1 TSP)
FRESH GINGER, CHOPPED
QTY 1 TSP
QTY 2 TBSP
QTY 2 TBSP
COARSE SEA SALT, TO TASTE 0.41 LB
Preheat oven to 400°F.
In a small bowl, mix maple syrup and granulated garlic.
In another bowl, combine ginger cookie crumbs, breadcrumbs, olive oil, WFF Granulated Garlic, fresh garlic, and herbs. Season with salt and pepper.
In a large pan, heat butter over medium-high. Season roast with Himalayan salt and black pepper. Sear on all sides until nicely browned. Transfer to a roasting pan.
Spread maple syrup mixture on top and sides of roast; press breadcrumb mixture on top and sides. Lower temperature to 350°F and cook for 15-25 minutes or until an instant-read thermometer inserted in the center of the roast reads 125°F-130°F, for medium-rare. Let rest 10 minutes before slicing.
In a small saucepan, heat demi-glace over medium-low heat. Add pan drippings and some water, blend with a whisk and serve on the side.
Serve Venison with warm Demi-glace with Truffle Essence mixed with Red wine vinegar.
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