A Story of Blind White Hate
I Wonder When White Supremacists Will Get Tired of Blaming Barack Obama For the Atrocities of Former and Latter Administrations
The other day, I caught five minutes of my former manager’s Facebook live video — before I heard him make a claim so ridiculous I couldn’t help but laugh as I turned it off. It never fails to amaze me, how stupid intelligent people can be at times.
As he was driving down the highway, he went on to record himself as he shared his thoughts on the whole children being separated from their parents at the border fiasco. Although I only worked for him for a month, I got to know him pretty well over that time period. So I should have known what was coming next but I didn’t. He went on to say how sad it was to see pictures of children in cages at the Mexican border. Then he went on to say how Trump had nothing to do with it and those pictures were in fact from 2010, when Barack Obama was still President and it was Obama’s orders that put those kids in cages. Sorry Paul, but you managed to max out my tolerance for nonsensical bullshit in less than five minutes.
Let me be clear, though I eventually came to like and respect Barack Obama, I didn’t vote for him either time. I didn’t care enough back then. I was and still basically am of the belief, all politicians are liars who are not deserving of my time, effort or support. However, I’ve since adopted a lesser of two evils approach to voting and did vote in the last election. I didn’t vote for Trump but I didn’t vote for Hillary either. So please, save your “LOCK HER UP” chants for someone who gives a shit.
Though, in full disclosure, when it comes to our current President, I’m no doubt biased. I loathe Donald Trump with a passion. Not just as a politician but as a human being. As a sorry excuse for both a person and businessman. Though, I give him credit where it’s due in both arenas. The sheer relentlessness in which he laid off staff members who had been working for him for over 30 years, my Stepfather being one of them — as he collected millions on his way out the door of his failing casino’s — really took the word cutthroat to new levels. The sheer audacity it took for him to even run for President, let alone believe he could actually win, is somehow respectable.
Make no mistake about it, Donald Trump ran off a platform of hate from the moment he stepped foot on the campaign trail. Right now, the man is probably somewhere ordering an audit on Rosie O’ Donnell’s assets and finances. He is as vindictive as they make them. A trait he perhaps learned off his WWE heel colleagues, though with him it’s far from an act.
Those with as much hate in their hearts for color, culture, equality and change as Trump himself made their way to the polls that fateful November and helped make Donald Trump President. Who knows, maybe some just thought it was funny. Maybe it was at first. Until it became an actual potential reality — and then actually happened. To sit here and name the man’s transgressions over the past year and a half would be to beat a dead horse. Redundancy at it’s finest.
Instead, I’d like to examine the minds and motives of the people who spent 8 years hating Barack Obama with a passion I’ve thankfully never felt in my heart for a complete stranger. You know, the ones who asked to see his birth certificate. Those who claimed he vacationed with Osama Bin Laden and was singlehandedly responsible for 9/11. While those last two sentences may sound hyperbolic, I’m positive I could find people who’d be willing to believe both — just based off the amount of blind hate they have in their hearts.
I’d like to dive deeper into that hate they have in their hearts. To do that, I’d like to reintroduce my old manager Paul back into the story. While I typically change names in my writing, that’s his real name because well — fuck him.
Paul is a man most would like if they ever were to meet him because he goes out of his way to make sure of it. He’s very much a people person in the sense he’s worked in sales for the last decade. He knows how to convince, persuade and talk to people. He was raised in Massachusetts, just outside of Boston.
Through one on one conversations with him, I got a pretty good understanding of who he was as a person, slowly but surely. While he’d randomly say things that probably should have served as red flags during those conversations — I’ll be the first to admit I overlooked them because I liked him. Well that and he was essentially my employer, so what was I to really do anyhow?
It wasn’t until him and a black colleague of mine got into a heated political discussion in the middle of a department wide meeting one day that I began to realize who and what he truly was. I don’t even remember the specifics of the argument other than the fact it was about the death of Trayvon Martin. From there, Paul went on to attack Muslim extremists, which I found a little surprising given we were in the middle of a meeting — and the man he was arguing with was Muslim. While his points on extremists weren’t wrong, I don’t imagine the conversation was exactly HR approved. It was from that point, I got a better understanding of who Paul actually was — and is.
He randomly started telling me and three other white colleagues who had stayed late one night about his tattoos — to which he had many. It wasn’t until he showed the one on his back off, without being asked might I add, that I had an absolute clear picture of him. He pulled up his shirt and turned around, revealing a very complicated piece of art work that covered his entire back. Before I could even make out exactly what I was looking at, he said — and I quote “This right here represents white oppression”. To be clear, he was stating he believes white people are oppressed. Though I won’t pretend to remember his every word verbatim, the conversation took a very dark and narrow minded turn that just left me and my other three coworkers there listening to his nonsensical diatribe by force. There were mentions of late night meetings about white pride and how he wasn’t ashamed of his race. He went on to tell a sob story about how he was beat up by a black kid his first day of school when he was like ten and how he told himself he’d never allow that to happen again — and it all clicked. Paul was racist because he was once beat up by a black kid as a child. He based his entire frame of thinking, off an isolated incident that happened to him when he was a kid.
Though it had nothing to do with any of the above, I went on to part ways with the company a few weeks later. On my commute home after my last day of work there, I thought about how scary of a thought it was that Paul was in charge of a department made up mainly of minorities. Black and Spanish kids who were just happy to be hired, without experience, for a reputable company that offered decent potential earnings and benefits. How disguised his hatred was, right there in plain sight of Corporate America.
While the Pauls of the world are not the majority and are not an accurate portrayal or representation of White America as a whole, they do exist. And apparently, they still aren’t done blaming Barack Obama — a fact I find laughable at this point. In fact, I half expect one of them to comment, writing their own sad novel that nobody including myself reads all of, telling me all about how bad Barack Obama was and is. Perhaps I’m wrong but I can’t help but think so much of their hate stems from a single incident that happened to them in childhood like my former manager’s does. To which I’ll close in telling them, grow the fuck up and get over it.
And yes, in case you were wondering, Paul voted for and fully supports Donald Trump. As if you couldn’t have guessed based off all of the above.