This is a case of actual irony rather than just a coincidence that was called irony (I’m looking at you Morrisette.) So the whole Wright thing comes up, and I start researching. Researching leads me to afrocentric (a term I hate because Africa has little to nothing to do with them, as opposed to say Baldilocks, who is unlikely to adopt the term) blogs. I think, “hmm, I haven’t tried to get a good feel for Black America since P6 ran me off, maybe I can actually learn something.” So I start commenting. Some of them gave me what I was looking for, especially Dallas South. Shawn Williams and I may not agree on many things (ok, we probably don’t agree on most things) but we are both civil. Some other blogs, and even commenters on his blog, on the other hand, drive me nuts.
The problem is that no one wants to hear from anyone who disagrees. I don’t mean, they think that your ideas are rubbish and idiotic. That happens everywhere. I mean, they specifically think that you have been sent as part of a conspiracy to intentionally disrupt and demean. Because, of course, if you disagree, you are a racist. The cacophany is loud enough (and in a lot of places, rude and foul enough) to make me start to believe that it is a mainstream belief among black Americans. I was starting to feel like black Americans were, as a rule, racist, rude, closed-minded bigots who hate all things both White and American, and me personally.
And frankly, that’s a racist belief. Discussions with Black Americans on afrocentric blogs were turning me into a racist. That’s ironic. I have to take a break from reading Afrocentric blogs because the nuts will turn me into a hater.
This is the best comment (no link because I don’t want to feed the trolls):
xxxxx, on April 1st, 2008 at 7:52 am Said:
Obama had done a really good job of transcending the racial questions, until the Klanservatives decided to stir the racist pot up.
I honestly thought it was satire until I checked the blog behind it. There is no way someone could put up that much satire without at least letting the 4th wall slip a little. The mind boggles. (That was the same blog where I had the distinct pleasure of being called “boy.”)