I am doing a project about the rhetoric of stereotypes, and...
As a white male, I'd just like to say that I have never knowingly done anything to keep down anyone of any race--and if I have, somehow, it was not because they were black, hispanic, mestizo, mongolian, or arab (or a woman, or gay, for that matter)--it was just a result of circumstances beyond my control caused by events set in motion at the beginning of time.
As a white male, I don't appreciate the stereotypes proliferated by people of minorities with injured egos. How is their inflammatory rhetoric against the so called (make believe) "White male dominated society" any different than if I label all blacks as likely to be in trouble with the law, or any other generalization I can think of?
I'm just as much a victim of "Whitey" as anyone from any of these groups. Yes, my father has enough money to send me to school, but he is by no means part of some mysterious group of white men that control the world. That's just absurd.
Not to say necessarily that such a group doesn't exist, but at this time I don't have enough evidence to support such a theory--just some junk about the golden ratio, a funky pyramid on the back of a dollar, and some weird stories about government conspiracies surrounding UFOs back in the sixties and seventies (coincidentally the decades when more people were experimenting with mind-altering hallucinogens...hmmm...).
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On a different note, a woman in one of my classes told me the craziest story about the time she saw a UFO. I am inclined to believe her, but I think I am honestly going to have to make a special trip to the newspaper archives in Columbus, Mississippi to find some alleged pictures that were published in a newspaper there.
I used to read all kinds of books about the subject--sometimes I would sneak away to the library, much to the chagrin of my elementary school teachers, and just lay on the floor reading about close encounters. I used to be pretty freaked out by it, but at the same time fascinated. I guess I feel the same way now...
I won't really believe it until I see something myself that I can't explain, but I'm not sure I want to see anything like that. My reality is complicated enough without worrying about the possible ramifications of extra-terrestrial, or extra-dimensional, or time-traveling beings that can do basically whatever they want to anyone they want--and the even more paranoid schizophrenic idea that these beings are somehow in control of our world.
Anyway, I've got a school paper to work on, so for now I'll leave the UFO problem to people just a little more insane than I am.
At any rate, God is greater.
As a white male, I don't appreciate the stereotypes proliferated by people of minorities with injured egos. How is their inflammatory rhetoric against the so called (make believe) "White male dominated society" any different than if I label all blacks as likely to be in trouble with the law, or any other generalization I can think of?
I'm just as much a victim of "Whitey" as anyone from any of these groups. Yes, my father has enough money to send me to school, but he is by no means part of some mysterious group of white men that control the world. That's just absurd.
Not to say necessarily that such a group doesn't exist, but at this time I don't have enough evidence to support such a theory--just some junk about the golden ratio, a funky pyramid on the back of a dollar, and some weird stories about government conspiracies surrounding UFOs back in the sixties and seventies (coincidentally the decades when more people were experimenting with mind-altering hallucinogens...hmmm...).
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On a different note, a woman in one of my classes told me the craziest story about the time she saw a UFO. I am inclined to believe her, but I think I am honestly going to have to make a special trip to the newspaper archives in Columbus, Mississippi to find some alleged pictures that were published in a newspaper there.
I used to read all kinds of books about the subject--sometimes I would sneak away to the library, much to the chagrin of my elementary school teachers, and just lay on the floor reading about close encounters. I used to be pretty freaked out by it, but at the same time fascinated. I guess I feel the same way now...
I won't really believe it until I see something myself that I can't explain, but I'm not sure I want to see anything like that. My reality is complicated enough without worrying about the possible ramifications of extra-terrestrial, or extra-dimensional, or time-traveling beings that can do basically whatever they want to anyone they want--and the even more paranoid schizophrenic idea that these beings are somehow in control of our world.
Anyway, I've got a school paper to work on, so for now I'll leave the UFO problem to people just a little more insane than I am.
At any rate, God is greater.