Disclaimer: my ass is white. As one of my mother's ancestors once ungracefully put it, "we're everything but **** and ******." I do have a small bit of Native American, but by any reasonable assessment I am a white boy.
My father's family owned slaves in the past (my mother's family was way too poor).
My grandmother had an old black servant that had been with the family for three generations. She was (in my childhood) a fantastic cook and supported many crime-favoring grandsons/nephews with her steady paychecks and occasional bonuses. It was, blatantly, an example of hold-over slavery; my family made sure she was taken care of, even sometimes exerting legal influence in favor of her family (it's a small town, and my grandparents are/were influencial there), in exchange for her absolute loyalty, and I must say the Thanksgiving/Christmas feasts she was instrumental in were superlative, exceeding any restaurant meals I've experienced.
I often felt that there was something inherently twisted in this arrangement. But I can't say I've ever felt guilty about it, despite having enjoyed some of its fruits. Why? Because I realized that most human business relationships are thoroughly fucked-up, and at least this one wasn't one-sided.
I also don't feel guilty about my more distant ancestor's slave-holding, despite the fact that I am, currently, getting a teeny bit of revenue directly from the land that those slave-holders aquired. Why? Because I recognize that success in business typically requires being a ruthless fucking bastard, and that some of my ancestors where just good at the game, and that at the time the game involved explicit human slavery.
At least it was fucking
legal at the time. Not like slavery today - see most illegal-immigration debates. My ancestors weren't crooks; they just exploited the best fucking agricultural technology available at the time, and when it stopped being legal, they adjusted accordingly.
I'm not going to apologize for that.
I will acknowledge that blacks in this counrty got it up the ass for a very long time (and not just in the South, though it was explicit there for much longer). I'm not blind to the reprecussions of this.
I don't object to organizations seeking to remedy this delima; at least, I'm not going to go out and protest
the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, or similar organinizations. As a racial group, blacks got a raw deal in this country, and forming special-interest groups is totally the way to go, here.
But I'm not going to contribute money to such groups. I'm not going to volunteer for them. I'm not going to
feel for them. Why? They're not in my interest. They're not for my family. I see reason for their existence, and I say, "fucking go for it, assholes; it's a free country, grope for your piece of the pie," but I'm not going to just fucking capitulate to it.
Yeah, you got fucked. You get to start on the bottom; I know full well that there have been times when I walked into a job interview conducted by another white male and felt a "yeah, what's up, Man" vibe, and played to it, and got the fucking job (in the North, btw). But guess what, you have no
right to the pie. This ain't a communist shop. You gotta fight for it. So use the the NAACP. Use those minority scholarships. Use them like the cheap whores they are, get what you can out of them. Just don't expect some sort of emotional empathy from me about it. Fight me! Try and fuck me! That's the sort of attitude that made this country an overbearing global powerhouse; let's keep it up!