My father was racist. In his mind, it was God’s will that white people rule the world. God created everything, but white people made the world in which all of humanity lived. White people made all things necessary for civilization -- mechanics, engineering, the alphabet, the printing press, steam engines, airplanes, internal combustion engines, the ability to bring oil from the ground and refine the sludge into every necessity of the modern world.
My father believed God placed the races of man in separate
places in the word for specific reasons. In those regions, races developed
means of survival and some even for the betterment of mankind. He did not
believe in the elimination of races not white, but he was certain that the
world would be a better place if races remained or were sent back to their
original homes. Except white Americans. We should remain where we were, because
God intended we be here.
We will get to the “Jesus was black” part, but we first
need to take a short detour.
My father believed mixing white and black produced certain
characteristics. Of a light toned black woman or man he would say, “She (or he)
has a lot of human blood.” A light-toned Negro who excelled in white
endeavors was successful because of the amount of “human blood” she or he
carried. No dark toned Negro produced anything of sufficiency, except for
cotton, touchdowns or tackles in football, home runs in baseball.
My father did recognize talent, but that recognition was
tainted by his racism.
From 1967-1965, the detective show Mannix ran on CBS. Mannix was a private detective. His secretary
was Peggy Fair, played by Gail Fisher. Ms. Fisher was black. My father was an
avid fan of the show.
One night in the early 1970s as my father and I watched Mannix, following a scene with Fisher,
my father commented, “She probably doesn’t even know she’s a n*****.” I thought
that one of the most ludicrous statements I had ever heard, not to mention
racist. I said, “Oh, I imagine she has been made aware of that now and then.”
My father made no reply.
Sometime in the early 1960s my father and I watched
television news. Stories of civil rights marches were on almost every night.
That night, one of the stories was headlined: “What makes a person a Negro?” My
father had an immediate answer: “If somebody has one drop of n***** blood, he’s
a n*****.” I said, “Why don’t they take it out?” My father said, “What?” I
said, “If they can identify that one drop of blood, why not take it out?” My
father replied, somewhat angrily, “That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard!”
One drop. That’s all it takes. And that drop is not
diluted by history.
In order to be Messiah, Jesus had to descend from David.
According to New Testament genealogy, that descendancy occurred through
Solomon. Solomon’s mother was Bathsheba. Bathsheba means “daughter of Sheba.” Sheba was considered to be Ethiopia. Ethiopia is a black
country.
Ergo …
A sophomoric essay.
ReplyDeleteWhat is 'black'? Is it skin tone, is it cultural identity, is it a supposed heredity? All are affirmed within the essay.
Rather than being dismissive, we should see that the aforementioned lend credence to the 'one drop of blood' argument. In that case, probably all of us are 'black', even the faierest skin with blue eyes.
That is vulgar. It is vulgar and barbaric and debasing. It is these things solely because it places the 'merits of the flesh' over the righteousness of the truth that we, by faith, are children of God. It is to elevate the lesser - actually, the worthless - above the greater
The acreeds of the racist and the 'anti-racist' both alike acheive the objective of placing the immaterial before our eyes. Our focus is to be on that which truly matters.
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