I need to apologize for my uncharitable responses on the racism thread. I have a difficult time with that subject, I must confess. It hits very close to home because of its affect on my family and myself. My father after the flesh came from a virulently racist family, and I've had to deal with that my entire life.
My Dad was the city manager of a small west Texas town when the Civil Rights Act was enacted in '65. I can remember seperate water fountains and bathrooms for whites and "coloreds". He took on the task of opening all city facilities to all races, including the municipal swimming pool. He did that, and we got alot threatening phone calls in the middle of the night. For a 6 year old it was pretty scary. Some stated that it was easy for him to do, since we were members of the country club, and didn't have to mix with the other races. So, of course, my Dad had us at the city pool every weekend that summer. The next year he took a job with the federal gov't, and we never went back except to visit. He took us overseas for most of the rest of my childhood, and continued for nearly 30 years after I was grown.
At his funeral 2 years ago (which was attended by only one of his six brothers) a black man, a PHD in political science and a career foreign service officer, came up to me with tears in his eyes and told me that he had come all the way from Uganda to attend, and said to me that in a world of people who like to look like they cared, my father was the real deal. He had his faults, but he did have the courage to reject the idiocy of his family's racism, and made a difference in the world.
So it makes me a little tense when apostates proclaim their racist garbage, and I have a difficult time exercising restraint. For that I apologize.
My Dad was the city manager of a small west Texas town when the Civil Rights Act was enacted in '65. I can remember seperate water fountains and bathrooms for whites and "coloreds". He took on the task of opening all city facilities to all races, including the municipal swimming pool. He did that, and we got alot threatening phone calls in the middle of the night. For a 6 year old it was pretty scary. Some stated that it was easy for him to do, since we were members of the country club, and didn't have to mix with the other races. So, of course, my Dad had us at the city pool every weekend that summer. The next year he took a job with the federal gov't, and we never went back except to visit. He took us overseas for most of the rest of my childhood, and continued for nearly 30 years after I was grown.
At his funeral 2 years ago (which was attended by only one of his six brothers) a black man, a PHD in political science and a career foreign service officer, came up to me with tears in his eyes and told me that he had come all the way from Uganda to attend, and said to me that in a world of people who like to look like they cared, my father was the real deal. He had his faults, but he did have the courage to reject the idiocy of his family's racism, and made a difference in the world.
So it makes me a little tense when apostates proclaim their racist garbage, and I have a difficult time exercising restraint. For that I apologize.