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Political correctness and the New Racism

by Patricia Cori

In this brew of all things designed to conquer and divide the human race – at its very core – is racism. The existence of it, the evil design behind it, the ignorance, the suffering, the abuse – all of this is tearing at our human existence and the prospect of peaceful co-existence. This is absolutely orchestrated … because… imagine the power of a unified global population of almost 8 billion people???

And so now, in our migrating societies and racially interactive communities, this is the hot button that ignites all the lowest human emotions and sets the fires burning. Not that it hasn’t always – it’s just more intense, more painful, more delicate, more OPENLY operative in our societies. The wound is open, seething. Bleeding.

As someone who marched in civil rights protests alongside of my black (and that is the term of choice at that time) brothers and sisters, I shudder to see how we seem to be backsliding. And it’s insipid. The snake has grown a new head.

In this “politically correct” environment and with its conditioning being driven like a stake into the human soul, where we are being manipulated into some very primal emotions surrounding race, we’re losing the love and appreciation of the immense diversity of our ethnicity, with all its colors – black white brown red yellow – and our invaluable, irreplaceable heritage.

We are not supposed to see race anymore because to even recognize racial diversity gets us the label – the dreaded label: ‘racist’. But I love race – I love the beauty of our uniqueness, as well as our sameness. Why are we denying it? Why must we dismiss it? I see diversity: not superiority or inferiority. I love the expanse that is the human race, perhaps because i have travelled so much of the world, and celebrated those difference as the palette of life and humanity.

Imagine if every flower on the planet was the white daisy? How dull our garden.

All our differences make us who we are. We bring that to the table of human interaction, to cultures, to the global community.

I am not so ingenuous to suggest that racial segregation is not at the root of so much hate. That’s real… to deny it would mean I do not live in this world. But today’s idea of racism, seen through the distorted eyes of “political correctness” seems, to me, to be fueling the fire, rather than abating it.

I shudder to think that the model for the perfect human is one in which we are all interbred into some socially correct, preferable skin color, with our genetically altered blue eyes and surgically corrected Candice Bergen perfected noses so that we are all the model of what someone – some corporate team – believes is the most desirable generic brand of homo sapiens. Gone the beautiful Afro; gone the silky red locks and white skin of the Irish, gone the proud chiseled faces of the Masai warrior, gone the sculptured Asian beauty, the noble cheekbones of the native Americans.

My God, we’ll be like a bunch of McDonald’s hamburgers, where once there was a smorgasbord at the feast of human experience.


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