My race is inconsequential. I'm no Invisible Man – quite the opposite. I'm overtly colorblind. All my life I've puzzled everyone. Shrewd, like a Jew. I dance like a Nigger. Get paid like a Cracker. Crunch numbers like a Chink. Reek like an Indian. Work like I'm illegal. Love like a Frenchie. Swindle like an A-rab. Drink like a Russian, Wop, Spic, Mick, Hick, Nazi and Injun.
I'm an American white man. I can't go around saying I'm proud to be white, white power, or it's a black man's world like it's a problem. I can't fight for men's rights or defend chauvinism. With everyone pushing everyone up, what if the top's the bottom? What about the "market dominant minority?" When will we see it's not race or sex, but our broken democracy and acceptance of such that's the problem? It's class we have in common. We're in it. We’re being schooled. Without equal access to politics, we'll be at war forever, because we're finally catching on. It's in the streets, parks, our hearts, ports and Constitution. It's written in the stars, from ancient Greece to Athens, Georgia. What we need's a Constitutional separation of corporation and state, of financial and political capital. Wall St. has to dead-end in DC. But that's another essay. This is about a different race. Something uniquely American we'll never see until we realize we're being divided, one nation, bought and sold, under a government beyond our control.
I wanna breed back the Buffalo. I don't care with who, I wanna propagate the American race. In fact, how 'bout we all do it? How 'bout we strip down to our melting pot right here, right now, and tear into one huge national orgy just because we're so goddamn free? Or are those stars only for wishing on, barred behind prison stripes stained your blood red and my skin white?
Color Me American first appeared in Having A Whiskey Coke With You, Vol. 1 Iss. 7, January 2012
Download a copy here: http://havingawhiskeycokewithyou.tumblr.com/
I'm an American white man. I can't go around saying I'm proud to be white, white power, or it's a black man's world like it's a problem. I can't fight for men's rights or defend chauvinism. With everyone pushing everyone up, what if the top's the bottom? What about the "market dominant minority?" When will we see it's not race or sex, but our broken democracy and acceptance of such that's the problem? It's class we have in common. We're in it. We’re being schooled. Without equal access to politics, we'll be at war forever, because we're finally catching on. It's in the streets, parks, our hearts, ports and Constitution. It's written in the stars, from ancient Greece to Athens, Georgia. What we need's a Constitutional separation of corporation and state, of financial and political capital. Wall St. has to dead-end in DC. But that's another essay. This is about a different race. Something uniquely American we'll never see until we realize we're being divided, one nation, bought and sold, under a government beyond our control.
I wanna breed back the Buffalo. I don't care with who, I wanna propagate the American race. In fact, how 'bout we all do it? How 'bout we strip down to our melting pot right here, right now, and tear into one huge national orgy just because we're so goddamn free? Or are those stars only for wishing on, barred behind prison stripes stained your blood red and my skin white?
Color Me American first appeared in Having A Whiskey Coke With You, Vol. 1 Iss. 7, January 2012
Download a copy here: http://havingawhiskeycokewithyou.tumblr.com/
