November 18
I am a polock. I am a sauerkraut jockey and a Slav. I didn't choose to be so, because I was born into it. But if I could, I wouldn't, because who really wants to be Polish? My father's mother is Polish, with the maiden name of Kosack. Which, if you learn the history of the name, it is one of the coolest names ever. But regardless what that name means, I am still stuck with perogie-sucking Polish blood.
I do believe that there is something to ethnicity. Not some sort of vague neo-cultural group based on skin tint, but rather on culture itself. I am not white, but rather Dutch. You are not black, but rather Nigerian. You are not brown, but rather one of the great and under-appreciated Mole-people. Now, some obvious problems arise. Many people when they immigrated to America lost their heritage (the countless number of Smiths can attest to this) and all of the people forced into that immigration. But I can't identify with other people who happen to be colored the same way that I am. Do you know what skin color is? It is directly related to where on the earth my ancestors lived on and the amount of sun that place received. White, because there is little sun in Europe. Black because there is tons of sun in Africa. Brown because it is cold underground and you need the fur just to survive in those temperatures. Now some other obvious explanations come about as for why I am white. There is a lot of snow in Europe, and to hide from the European black bear, we need from time to time hide in the snow bank that happens to be at hand. What can I identify with with skin color but that we were from the same vague geographic location?
I put a lot of stock into where I've come from. People disagree with me (mostly the liberal morons that I am friends with for some reason or another) and they say that it is pointless to be proud of something you cannot change, or you didn't choose. I happen to disagree. My grandmother on my mom's side is Dutch. Her maiden name is Leentvaar. She is one-hundred percent full blooded Dutch. The Dutch have accomplished tons as a society and cultural group. My grandfather of my mother's side is Irish, and I'm sure everyone has a little Irish in them at this point because the disgusting Irish reproduce like flies. But at any rate, his name is Hinchey. Originally this was a French surname of D'Hinchey. Those people were kicked out of France for stealing horses, and then moved to Ireland. My grandfather on my dad's side is one-hundred percent Scottish. His surname was Moore. Before that (he was adopted by the Moore family) it was MacMahon. I never got to meet him because he ran off from my dad and my grandmother when my dad was thirteen.
Why am I telling you this? Because I love my history. These people are me. All of their genetic material that they had is somewhere in me. All of their DNA cess pool run off is somewhere in me. I am not going to be riding on the curtails of my history, but history does repeat itself, so why not understand what I can be capable of? I have the Slavic complection, the Dutch height and eyes. On the more physical level I look like them. On the more abstract level I think like them. What they had accomplished was something of a product of their genetic material, and guess what? I got that. I suppose I am dumb for wanting to know where I came from, and having pride in that, but what do I know? I'm just a dumb cloggie from Amsterdam.
-Nic
I do believe that there is something to ethnicity. Not some sort of vague neo-cultural group based on skin tint, but rather on culture itself. I am not white, but rather Dutch. You are not black, but rather Nigerian. You are not brown, but rather one of the great and under-appreciated Mole-people. Now, some obvious problems arise. Many people when they immigrated to America lost their heritage (the countless number of Smiths can attest to this) and all of the people forced into that immigration. But I can't identify with other people who happen to be colored the same way that I am. Do you know what skin color is? It is directly related to where on the earth my ancestors lived on and the amount of sun that place received. White, because there is little sun in Europe. Black because there is tons of sun in Africa. Brown because it is cold underground and you need the fur just to survive in those temperatures. Now some other obvious explanations come about as for why I am white. There is a lot of snow in Europe, and to hide from the European black bear, we need from time to time hide in the snow bank that happens to be at hand. What can I identify with with skin color but that we were from the same vague geographic location?
I put a lot of stock into where I've come from. People disagree with me (mostly the liberal morons that I am friends with for some reason or another) and they say that it is pointless to be proud of something you cannot change, or you didn't choose. I happen to disagree. My grandmother on my mom's side is Dutch. Her maiden name is Leentvaar. She is one-hundred percent full blooded Dutch. The Dutch have accomplished tons as a society and cultural group. My grandfather of my mother's side is Irish, and I'm sure everyone has a little Irish in them at this point because the disgusting Irish reproduce like flies. But at any rate, his name is Hinchey. Originally this was a French surname of D'Hinchey. Those people were kicked out of France for stealing horses, and then moved to Ireland. My grandfather on my dad's side is one-hundred percent Scottish. His surname was Moore. Before that (he was adopted by the Moore family) it was MacMahon. I never got to meet him because he ran off from my dad and my grandmother when my dad was thirteen.
Why am I telling you this? Because I love my history. These people are me. All of their genetic material that they had is somewhere in me. All of their DNA cess pool run off is somewhere in me. I am not going to be riding on the curtails of my history, but history does repeat itself, so why not understand what I can be capable of? I have the Slavic complection, the Dutch height and eyes. On the more physical level I look like them. On the more abstract level I think like them. What they had accomplished was something of a product of their genetic material, and guess what? I got that. I suppose I am dumb for wanting to know where I came from, and having pride in that, but what do I know? I'm just a dumb cloggie from Amsterdam.
-Nic