October 23rd, 2007

hmmmmmm...

A White Man Complains About Racism, Part 1

Is it just me, or is there a noticeable distinction between the way the federal government has responded to the California wildfires and the way they responded to Hurricane Katrina?

It's just me, right? Or at the very least, they learned from their mistake. Because, if I were to suggest that there was a deliberate or intentional difference between the two responses, I would be no better than those bullhorn-toting crazies with sandwich boards who think the Russians control the weather.

Right?

It's just me.
he's just a stereotype

A White Man Complains About Racism, Part 3

I work on the edge of downtown, so there are a lot of tourist-oriented bars and clubs in the area. Now, as we know from ego trip (or, you know, from just going to clubs), the #1 thing banned at discos, more than guns or digital cameras or cocaine, is black people. That's why you have all these elaborate dress codes: they're designed to keep out the brothers without actually getting the club sued for a civil rights violation.

But there's one club that has really accomplished something special in this regard. They've compiled a list as elegant in its poetry as Pound, and as stringent in its color bias as a paper bag test. This is what the sign outside says:

NO LONG SHORTS

NO LONG SHIRTS

NO BACKWARDS BALLCAPS*

NO JERSEYS

NO GANG LOGOS

NO RAP SHIRTS

NO BAGGY PANTS

NO TRACKSUITS

NO GRILLS

NO EXCEPTIONS!


Wow! Somehow they left off "NO CORNROWS", but you have to admit, that is one starkly effective way to say "NO NIGGERS" without leaving yourself vulnerable to prosecution.

*: I particularly love this one, because it implies that by the simple act of turning your hat around, you magically become a decent human being who should be allowed to mingle with white ladies.