Joe Doakes from Como Park emails:
Liberals tell us that words have meaning. We cannot say the N word because the mere act of saying it gives the word power and that power warps our thinking to make us bad people. In fact, thinking it is probably enough.
What happens when a word loses its power?
I was running errands over the weekend and realized it was the first day of Sunday liquor so I stopped at MGM in Roseville to buy a celebratory single can of beer. A dozen people were picketing. “Treat Everyone Equal.” “MGM is Racist.” One picketer offered me a sheet of paper on my way into the store. I declined.
Inside the store, the store manager explained they had to check someone’s bag yesterday and that person felt it was racially motivated, hence the picket today.
I was born when Eisenhower was in office. There was actual racism in the country at that time – segregated drinking fountains, riding the back of the bus, Martin Luther King going to jail. That America disappeared 49 years ago. The young people holding the signs today have never lived in a racist America.
I’ve shopped at that MGM for 13 years, since moving to this neighborhood. I can tell you for absolutely positively certain that they do not discriminate against their own customers. The notion is idiotic. I don’t even need to hear the details of the incident that triggered the protest. Every time some Person Whose Life Matters stubs their toe, it’s a racist hate crime and I’m supposed to collapse in a heap sobbing at the injustice. No more. The word has lost its power over me.
To Liberals, the mere accusation of racism is assumed to be sufficient to make a person apologize, cower, cravenly abase oneself to seek temporary absolution. But it’s so overwhelmingly overused that it doesn’t mean anything, it’s a synonym for “makes me unhappy.” And honestly, I don’t give a hang about things that make other people unhappy. I got problems of my own.
“Progressives” destroyed the term “Fascist” at least 30 years ago.
“Racism” can not be far behind.