El Santo
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Post by El Santo on Aug 27, 2020 14:42:51 GMT -5
Well, there's Pontius Pilate, but... |
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Post by Lemmy Caution on Aug 28, 2020 0:24:19 GMT -5
Well, there's Pontius Pilate, but... We're not sure on that. He may only have *acted like* white people. |
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Aug 28, 2020 21:02:34 GMT -5
Well, there's Pontius Pilate, but... We're not sure on that. He may only have *acted like* white people. Funny this should come up today. I was just reading about the Chicago gang wars in the 1920s and was reminded that in that era -- in fact, into my lifetime -- many decent people did not consider Italians to be white, referring to them in less-than-approving tones as "n!gger wops." |
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Post by Lemmy Caution on Aug 28, 2020 23:31:00 GMT -5
We're not sure on that. He may only have *acted like* white people. Funny this should come up today. I was just reading about the Chicago gang wars in the 1920s and was reminded that in that era -- in fact, into my lifetime -- many decent people did not consider Italians to be white, referring to them in less-than-approving tones as "n!gger wops." What's utterly perverse about this is that, in effect, the Trumpistas and other white supremacists are currently blaming Black people for not having become Italians yet. |
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Aug 31, 2020 22:09:25 GMT -5
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Post by Lemmy Caution on Aug 31, 2020 23:55:27 GMT -5
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Sept 5, 2020 10:59:54 GMT -5
https://www.reddit.com/r/memes/comments/imzfms/the_only_thing_you_need_to_be/  |
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Sept 5, 2020 14:51:44 GMT -5
https://www.reddit.com/r/memes/comments/in5ha1/uno_reverse_card/  |
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Sept 6, 2020 16:00:31 GMT -5
https://www.reddit.com/r/memes/comments/inopp1/law_of_identity_intensifies/  |
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Sept 7, 2020 13:46:29 GMT -5
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Sept 27, 2020 22:36:03 GMT -5
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Oct 28, 2020 15:30:52 GMT -5
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Oct 31, 2020 14:59:13 GMT -5
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Nov 1, 2020 8:40:59 GMT -5
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Nov 1, 2020 9:45:40 GMT -5
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El Santo
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Post by El Santo on Nov 5, 2020 11:05:28 GMT -5
We're not sure on that. He may only have *acted like* white people. Funny this should come up today. I was just reading about the Chicago gang wars in the 1920s and was reminded that in that era -- in fact, into my lifetime -- many decent people did not consider Italians to be white, referring to them in less-than-approving tones as "n!gger wops." I realize the conversation has moved on past this, but I missed it before, and it happens that I have a relevant anecdote. My paternal grandfather grew up in a little town in West Texas, called Post. It had originally been the company town that grew up around the Post cereal plant. He joined the Navy during World War II, ended the conflict as a junior-grade lieutenant and the skipper of a minesweeper, and got enrolled in night school after VJ Day to study electrical engineering, so that he could work in the postwar guided missile program. By the end of 1946, he was one of the Navy's liaisons to Grumman-- one of the major contractors for the Regulus cruise missile project-- in Washington DC (later, he would switch sides to become one of Grumman's liaisons to the Navy), where his secretary was this cute little Italian chick from South Philadelphia, who would go on to become my grandmother. Not too long after they started dating (so probably around 1947?), he took her back to Post to meet the family, upon which one of the neighbors was overheard to say, "What's Son* doing running around with that nigger?" I hadn't yet encountered the concept of the social construction of whiteness when I heard that tale, so my immediate reaction was something to the effect of, "Jesus Christ! Dumbass crackers so ignorant they can't even do racism right!" *My grandfather's parents couldn't agree on a name for him when he was born, so they just gave him the initials E.L. Eventually, he himself decided that that would stand for "Edwin Lee," but until then, his parents just called him "Son." So did everybody else in the neighborhood, and the nickname stuck long after the need for it disappeared. |
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Post by Deeky on Nov 5, 2020 13:04:39 GMT -5
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Post by Lemmy Caution on Nov 5, 2020 13:06:31 GMT -5
Funny this should come up today. I was just reading about the Chicago gang wars in the 1920s and was reminded that in that era -- in fact, into my lifetime -- many decent people did not consider Italians to be white, referring to them in less-than-approving tones as "n!gger wops." I realize the conversation has moved on past this, but I missed it before, and it happens that I have a relevant anecdote. My paternal grandfather grew up in a little town in West Texas, called Post. It had originally been the company town that grew up around the Post cereal plant. He joined the Navy during World War II, ended the conflict as a junior-grade lieutenant and the skipper of a minesweeper, and got enrolled in night school after VJ Day to study electrical engineering, so that he could work in the postwar guided missile program. By the end of 1946, he was one of the Navy's liaisons to Grumman-- one of the major contractors for the Regulus cruise missile project-- in Washington DC (later, he would switch sides to become one of Grumman's liaisons to the Navy), where his secretary was this cute little Italian chick from South Philadelphia, who would go on to become my grandmother. Not too long after they started dating (so probably around 1947?), he took her back to Post to meet the family, upon which one of the neighbors was overheard to say, "What's Son* doing running around with that nigger?" I hadn't yet encountered the concept of the social construction of whiteness when I heard that tale, so my immediate reaction was something to the effect of, "Jesus Christ! Dumbass crackers so ignorant they can't even do racism right!" *My grandfather's parents couldn't agree on a name for him when he was born, so they just gave him the initials E.L. Eventually, he himself decided that that would stand for "Edwin Lee," but until then, his parents just called him "Son." So did everybody else in the neighborhood, and the nickname stuck long after the need for it disappeared. Yeah, that's one of the tricky, tricky, things --in South Philly, your Nonna would have been white. I think the non-application of "whiteness" to certain European ethnic groups (especially Jews and Southern Europeans) is a historical fact, but in the current context that fact's been twisted around as one more thing racists use to bash black folks. My remark
"white supremacists are currently blaming Black people for not having become Italians yet."
would be a joke, except at one level it's true. On another topic. My grandfather worked as an aeronautics (and eventually aerospace) engineer at Grumman for 40 years. Ended up as Base Director for LEM operations at Cape Kennedy...He probably met your grandfather at some point. |
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Post by Lemmy Caution on Nov 5, 2020 13:16:02 GMT -5
Meanwhile over on my dad's side of the family (not actually my dad's attitude, nor mine)
This was a painful movie for me to watch, though --not least because their depiction of Yale was so off-base  Weird but true story: specifically because of his background as a Yalie, my dad was interviewed for a job by the precursor to the N.S.A. (somebody knew somebody who knew somebody who knew my dad). He recalls arriving for the interview and being immediately surrounded by armed guards who would only allow him to walk to and from the interview room with no stops, even to use the bathroom. |
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Nov 5, 2020 15:02:09 GMT -5
Meanwhile over on my dad's side of the family (not actually my dad's attitude, nor mine)
This was a painful movie for me to watch, though --not least because their depiction of Yale was so off-base Weird but true story: specifically because of his background as a Yalie, my dad was interviewed for a job by the precursor to the N.S.A. (somebody knew somebody who knew somebody who knew my dad). He recalls arriving for the interview and being immediately surrounded by armed guards who would only allow him to walk to and from the interview room with no stops, even to use the bathroom. Gotta love that melting pot, full of rocks of different shades of the same color that just won't melt right. |
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