From: jesus475073@webtv.net   
      
   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   
      
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