From: mars1933@hotmail.com   
      
   It's a Wonderful Race   
      
   by James Bronson   
   There once was a college freshman named George who thought he knew it   
   all. One night over dinner, George got into an argument with his   
   father. The argument began when the young student tried to explain to   
   his father that as White people, they should be held accountable for   
   all the evils that they had inflicted upon non-Whites throughout   
   history. George explained: "Because of European racism, we stole the   
   Indians' land, we held blacks in slavery, we persecuted the Jews, and   
   we plundered the environment. We've been oppressive racists for   
   thousands of years so it's only fair that we pay economic reparations   
   for all the harm we've done to the world. I'm pleased to see that we   
   are ending our political and economic domination of the oppressed   
   peoples."   
      
   George's dad was shocked to hear such talk. "Who put such commie-pinko   
   nonsense into your head, boy? Did one of your sandal-wearing hippie   
   college professors teach you that?" the father asked.   
      
   To which the son replied: "That's the truth dad. My anthropology   
   professor, Dr.Irving Silverstein, says so. He ought to know. Dr.   
   Silverstein is a well-respected Ph.D. People of your generation just   
   don't understand because you were raised in a White supremacist racist   
   society. That's why I've come to admire Dr. Rev. Martin Luther King as   
   the greatest man in American history. He stood up to the racists of   
   your generation. Because of him, my generation of White kids is   
   completely colorblind."   
      
   The father angrily replied: "That's bullshit! I've always been   
   fair-minded and tolerant of people from all backgrounds and races. I   
   haven't 'oppressed' anybody, and furthermore there's nothing wrong   
   with being proud of one's own people, including the European race of   
   people. Your race is in your blood. It's like an extension of your   
   biological family and you ought to be proud of your European heritage   
   and identity, just like every other racial group in America is proud   
   of its. Why is it OK for them to have a strong sense of racial   
   identity but it's evil for us Europeans to feel that way?"   
      
   The young "intellectual" laughed at his father. "Come on dad, that's   
   the kind of crap Hitler tried to peddle. Those racist attitudes were   
   discredited years ago. There's only one race and that's the human   
   race. Diversity is our greatest strength. Differences in so-called   
   "race" are as insignificant as differences in belly buttons. And   
   besides, UN statistics now show that low White birth rates, along with   
   the fact that we live in an multicultural   
   society, will mean that Europeans and their ethnocentrist and racist   
   culture will have died out by the end of the century," young George   
   said.   
      
   Turning red with anger, the father yelled: "You are a walking cliché   
   you know that boy? And you think it's a good thing that the European   
   peoples of the world will have faded out and ceased to exist?" Young   
   George replied; "I think it's great! It will mean the end of racism   
   and the end of hate. The oppressed peoples of the world would have   
   been better off if us racist Europeans had never existed to begin   
   with."   
      
   Suddenly there was a blast of cold wind, an explosion, and a huge   
   smoke cloud. When the smoke had settled, George found himself alone   
   and lost in a cold open field. An angel named Clarence then appeared   
   to him and said "Well George, you've got your wish."   
      
   George asked: "Where am I? What's going on here? And who are you?"   
      
   The angel answered, "George, I'm Clarence the Angel. I was sent here   
   to show you what the world would have been like if Europeans, or   
   Whites, had never existed. You now live in a world where Europeans   
   never existed."   
      
   "Oh. That's cool. I'll have no problem adapting because there's not a   
   racist bone in my body. And when I get back to my world, I'll be able   
   to tell my professor and my friends how great this non-racist world   
   was. Say, I'm freezing my ass off out here. Where's the nearest   
   motel?"   
      
   "Motel?" replied the angel. "There are no motels here in what was once   
   called North America. But there are some caves up in those mountains   
   where you can find shelter."   
      
   "Caves? No way man. I want a nice warm bed to sleep in."   
      
   "I don't think you understand George. There are no buildings here in   
   non-white America because the evil Europeans never came here to build   
   them. Whites never existed, remember? The natives live in tents. Would   
   you like to go meet some local Indians? Perhaps they'll let you stay   
   in a tent."   
      
   "A tent? But it's 10 degrees outside?...Oh well. It's better than a   
   cave I suppose. Let's go talk to these Indians...... Wait a second,   
   are these Indians friendly or hostile?"   
      
   "Why, George, that's a racist question to ask. Just because some   
   Indians were brutal savages who scalped their victims alive, it   
   doesn't mean they all were" said the angel sarcastically.   
      
   "I know that Clarence. And I'm not a racist. I hate racism.   
   Nonetheless, I'd feel safer if I could have a gun to defend myself if   
   they turn out to be violent."   
      
   "Gun?" replied the angel. "There are no guns for you to defend   
   yourself with. Firearms were invented by evil Europeans. Though we   
   could make a spear with those twigs over there."   
      
   "That's too much work. Give me a telephone then. I'll call the Indians   
   to ask if it's OK."   
      
   "Telephone"? replied the angel. There are no telephones here.   
   Alexander Graham Bell was another evil white man, so he never existed.   
   No Europeans remember?" "Forget it then" replied George. "I'll sleep   
   in the damn cave."   
      
   Upon arriving at the cave, a shivering George asked the angel for a   
   lighter so that he could light a fire. "A lighter?" replied Clarence.   
   "There are no lighters here, and no matches. Those are European   
   gadgets and evil Europeans never existed remember? If you want to get   
   warm, you need to do like the locals do and start rubbing twigs   
   together."   
      
   "Oh come on man! You mean to tell me these people still rub sticks   
   together for fire?"   
      
   "That's right George. The Indians live exactly as they did before the   
   evil pilgrims arrived from Europe just a few centuries ago." said the   
   angel sarcastically.   
      
   "I refuse to stay in this cold cave and I damn sure ain't gonna light   
   a fire with twigs, and I refuse to sleep in a teepee. I'll go to South   
   America. I can make it in a warmer climate and I'll adapt quickly to   
   the great Incan civilization I learned about at college. Since   
   European racists like Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro never existed, the   
   Incans will still be there.   
   ... I need a car"   
      
   "Car?" replied the angel. "There are no cars here. Daimler and Benz,   
   the evil German inventors of the internal combustion engine, were   
   never born..nor was Henry Ford. There are no paved roads either. This   
   is a world without evil Europeans remember?"   
      
   "No cars! Oh. I'll just have to take a train."   
      
   "There are no trains in this world either George. Evil Europeans   
   weren't here to build locomotive engines or to discover the many uses   
      
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