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elysabeth faslund

(11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)

Paula Deen...Racism


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What racist named her a racist?
What bigot underscored her bigotry?
Racism is something held by all,
black or white or mixture.
What is in a word?
Racism?
Or maladjustment...


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Submitted: Monday, June 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 24, 2013

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  • Bri Edwards (7/1/2013 5:34:00 PM)

    i've seen online news headlines recently but not read the stories about p.d. maybe she did get screwed...and not in the way she might have liked. all i really read was that she used some word(s) she shouldn't have, and she should have taken william buffet's? or someone else's advice to avoid the problem. (why does this computer never like it when i type else's or elses?)
    thanks for a good poem (i think) and for sharing. bri

    perhaps you will find the following enlightening. the bad thoughts mentioned near the end of my poem would not necessarily involve race. :

    Prejudiced? Who? Me? ? .....[Personal; Human Nature; Racial Prejudice]


    I'm a white guy, aged 64, raised in a small town way up north.
    Do some thoughts I have about blacks signal prejudice coming forth?
    First I'd say NO, but then again I'd say YES.
    But such thoughts, by both whites and blacks, are normal I would guess.

    What thoughts am I now referring to you will probably ask.
    To answer that sensible question will put my mind to task.
    My interactions with blacks, I think, no prejudice does reveal.
    And the rare times I have 'prejudice' thoughts, I think they're no big deal.

    Do you wish to know of what my 'pre-judged' thoughts consist?
    I'd almost rather not tell you. But, if you insist.
    I sometimes think 'nigger'; when and where I grew up that was a 'bad' name.
    I also think of them as different though people are the 'same'.

    And here is where I say 'I don't like generalization'.
    By 'same' I mean neither all blacks nor all whites are 'the same' in this nation.
    So whites and blacks can both be smart or stupid, mean or kind;
    within each 'race' criminals and 'saints' you'll find.

    I wasn't raised to either love or hate blacks. My parents seemed not to judge.
    And I've changed my mind again; I'm NOT prejudiced. From that opinion I shall not budge!

    Then why you ask do I sometimes think 'nigger' when I think of a black?
    I think it's due to both a primeval urge to break society's rules, and to thought-control I lack.
    Luckily I don't act out my 'bad' thoughts. I might be in jail now if I had.
    When in grade school, a boy said I called him 'nigger'. The accusation made me sad.

    Bri Edwards - submitted august 2012
    for a longer 'story' about this poem, see the poem in my list of poems (Report) Reply

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