I don’t care about Black people anymore

Posted by: White Person ()

Date: February 23, 2022 09:40PM

I’m going to come out and say it… the same thing thousands, probably millions of people in this country are feeling at this point.

I don’t care about black people’s problems anymore.

Don’t get me wrong, I care very much for the black people I know personally. I care about them as people. I care just as much as I do about whites, Asians, Latinos, and every other human being on earth.

But I no longer care about the special set of issues that many black people hold so near and dear to their hearts, and that seem to define them as a group… though thankfully, not as individuals.

I’m simply worn out with them. Exhausted by their constant demands, their neediness, their helplessness, their hypocrisy, their never ending problems, their inability to take advantage of the myriad opportunities practically hand delivered to them, their ungratefulness, their refusal to take responsibility for their own lives or to accept the consequences of their actions.

I’ve just thrown in the towel. I can’t keep caring about problems that I obviously can’t do anything about. Especially when they have brought at least some of it on themselves, or when they refuse to make any of the lifestyle changes necessary to succeed, overcome or avoid their problems, or just make things better.

There came a point where I just quit listening. These days whenever racist graffiti is discovered on a college campus or on a black person’s house, my reaction is no longer outrage, disgust, and sympathy for the Black victim of a hate crime. I still feel outrage and disgust alright, it just comes a few days later when it’s almost always revealed to be yet another racial hoax perpetrated by Black people. I really don’t want to hear them anymore, tearfully recounting that heartbreaking moment when they “discovered” that some mean, white KKK member had snuck into their laundry room, completely unseen and invisible to video cameras, in order to scribble “Die niggers” or some other bullshit on the wall. At this point, I’ll now change the channel.

I applaud those Blacks who are successful and overcome challenges, and I wish them well. But just like I feel about my white colleagues, if they make poor decisions, spend their money foolishly, refuse the free education available to them, have children they can’t afford, or get involved in drugs and criminality, I have little sympathy. And I’m not likely to make an effort to be friendly with them or get to know them. I’ll be polite, but I don’t particularly care to associate with people like that be they white or black.

I no longer excuse or rationalize the violence, criminality, laziness, indolence, careless babymaking, willful dependency or degeneracy among Blacks any more than I do with whites. If you’re a thief who doesn’t support his child and spends his days drinking and whining about how his life sucks, your black skin doesn’t get you any kind of pass from me. You’re just as much of a piece of shit as your fellow white asshole criminal. Doesn’t that equality feel good?

Perhaps it’s Black’s hyper-sensitivity, their arrogant and hypocritically unabashed racism toward ANY of the other races and the self-entitlement. Maybe it could be the willingness to drop everything to immediately riot, loot, burn and destroy everyone else’s personal and public property, menace, threaten and physically attack innocent white people. Or the UNBELIEVABLE propensity towards cowardly mob attacks on vulnerable whites and Asians, (especially the elderly), women, or any white or Asian person they catch alone and defenseless.

70 years ago or more, white men definitely did beat up or occasionally murder blacks they suspected of wrongdoing… just as they ALSO did to other whites who “needed killin'”. Vigilante “justice” was an injustice to EVERYONE. Nobody argues the point. It was wrong and the civil rights era exposed these acts as shameful and reprehensible. Black and whites together marched the streets and lobbied their political leaders to put a stop to racial injustice, to shame those guilty of racism, and to codify and enforce equal rights for all. It was a noble and righteous cause, (one which was long overdue).

But here it is 50 years later, the president, attorney general, and a disproportionate percentage of the top government executives have been or are black. The mayors, commissioners, police chiefs, and other local adminstrators in most, if not all, major cities are also black. Black Run America has not brought prosperity to its constituents, rather, its Democratic policies, programs and spending have driven once majestic and prosperous cities into bankruptcy, decay and abandonment.

I just can’t bring myself to feel sympathy toward the same people who scrawl vulgar graffiti on the sides of stately brownstones, or who smash subtly rippled glass that a craftsman, white or black, had carefully glazed into an ornate linteled window a hundred thirty years ago. There’s no part of me that yearns to reach out to people who are constantly throwing their garbage onto what had once been a tidy, manicured patch of decorative greenery flanking a grand marble entrance with exquisitely carved doors. I just don’t have it in me, anymore. I do wonder what has become of the respectable, genteel families who were displaced by the social engineering policies of the New Deal, leaving their architectural legacy to the ravages of neglect and deliberate defacement.

I’ve now left the “dialogue”, (which turned out to be nothing more than a one-sided, accusatory tirade, berating me for unspecified harm I am to bear the blame for, and denying me the right to respond with my own, civil point of view). There’s simply no point having “the conversation” any longer. Blacks smugly assert that I have no right to my views because I “can’t possibly know what it’s like to be black”, yet then claim in the exact same breath, to be the arbiter and the expert on all aspects of the white man’s heart and soul. They say therefore I have no right to speak for myself. So, tell you what? Go have your own “dialogue” with yourself. You already do the speaking for BOTH sides anyway. I’m out.

I know that no matter what I do, no matter what I say, Blacks will say that my whiteness makes me a racist. So I guess there is no longer even any point in considering it. Fine, they can say I’m a “racist”. I just don’t care anymore. I imagine that a lot of others don’t either.

I’m sure there are those who will say in rebuttal that they are “tired of” being the victims of racism every walking minute of their lives. And to this, I say…”Ok, I am willing to accept that you are being victimized by the inherent racism you absorb by simply being in proximity to white people. But you must accept that my response will be to avoid you, and to decline to involve myself in your issues any further, lest my whiteness somehow damage you even worse.

I just don’t care about Black people anymore.

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