By Riley J. Hood

The first time I was called a racist I was 4 years old. I was attacked by a group of black children, who were older than myself. This group mostly called me a “honky” and “cracker.” A few said, “Kill Whitey.” I showed up to pre-school whereupon the teacher asked me what happened. Thinking honesty was the best policy, I told her. She looked at me and said, “What did you do to them?” “You must have said something racist to them, they are good people who wouldn’t do this, if you weren’t a racist who provoked them.” I told her that while I had never seen people who looked like them before, I didn’t do anything to them. I didn’t actually know what “racist” meant at that point, but I was finding out operationally. Of course after that, my mom beat me for causing trouble.

Racist is the modern equivalent of outlaw, to be labelled such, means you are outside the bounds of respectable society, and anything can be done to you, and people will applaud your attackers and say you deserved it.

Later, I had a sharpened stick jammed into the side of my head, which is what baboons did to a monkey on Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom, the night before. The liberal bimbo said, “Why are you getting treated this way?” I told her, “They don’t like me.” She said, “Why don’t they like you.” I said, “It’s from TV.” Then she launched into her daily left-wing liberal narrative.

I got sick of the “double-whammy,” getting jumped, then getting punished, while nothing happened to my tormentors. I decided to fight my tormenters, why get beaten twice? I liked fighting, after all I had some great teachers. When I was seven, I was threatened Lee Sherman, who would tell me, “I’m going to kill you” every day. One day, he hit me in the back of the head, while he was behind me when we were walking up the stairs. I picked him up and threw over the side of the rail, he fell in unbelief, he was sent to the hospital, and sent to another school. My guidance counselor started in with the liberal narrative. All I heard was that I’m a racist because I wouldn’t let Lee kill me. I looked at the counselor and said, “You think I’m listening to you? I’m not listening to you.”

So when I’m told “every breath you take is a racist breath,” my response is, that I do

better breathing than not breathing, and while I would like to see a kinder world, I won’t commit suicide because you want me to die. That is an improvement over my apology for having white skin, which I summed up in two words, the first began with the letter f, and the last word was you. Needless to say, I didn’t graduate from the Milwaukee Public Schools.

I became a Christian at 19, and hold to the view that God made all men from one blood, and thus all men should be treated according to the golden rule. Believe it if you can, but I do have non-white friends, and I do make an effort to “get past the MPS mentality.” I’m still called a racist, and still almost always by white people. When I was young, it was by socialists in the school system. (The guys I fought, would call you by a slur, they didn’t call you a racist.) Today, I’m called a racist by homosexuals like Cody Quirk and Josh Fauver, because these imps can’t abide my being pro-life, or my defense of the moral order. In their millennial child-like minds, “racist” is the worst thing they can call you. Denis Budzinski, a white male, had me arrested falsely, I had charges hanging over my head for 51 weeks, which were dropped, but I was dismissed from my job, without being able to say a word in my own defense. The next day, according a friend, HR called a meeting, and told everyone I was let go because I’m a racist.

Now I’m being called a racist because Donald Trump’s tweets to the four female congresspersons called “the squad.” While three of them were born here, all four clearly support other countries, and hate the country they were elected to serve. Trump’s comments are racist only to millennials and liberals. In the standard definition of racism; that I was taught in my afro-centric education in the Milwaukee Public School System, racism would be excluding, degrading or punishing disempowered groups because of immutable characteristics, like skin tone, or hair, or facial traits. For example, when a white girl was raped by a group of males who said they wanted to rape a woman who had red hair: her red hair, while an immutable, didn’t count, because her group wasn’t as disempowered as group that raped her.

Even according to that standard, Trump gave these ladies a “love it or leave it” speech, nothing more. He was taking their views, policies and performance to task, nothing more. I’m amazed at people who want to be “judged by the content of their character,” who turn out to have no character, then scream racism. The only thing Trump did was hurt their sensitive affirmative action feelings. These women behave like adolescent brats, who have been catered to for their whole lives. The same thing can be said about the congressman from Baltimore, and Barak Hussein Obama.

I admit, millennials have more time than I do, I’m 54, and I will not spend the remaining years of my life waiting for people to grow up, who have every incentive to remain in a childish state of mind. As to putting the past behind you, I agree, the 1970’s and 1980’s are long gone, and so are the 1950’s and 1850’s. The people who I fought are the problems, not everyone from the same community. How about extending that kindness to me?

Finally, in response to the shootings over the weekend of August 3rd, Donald Trump caved in, he condemned “white supremacy” and called for red flag laws. Of course, the media still puts words in his mouth by saying, “he didn’t really mean it.” The historical fact is you can never apologize enough to the liberal crowd. I will not disarm because a terrorist would like to murder an unresisting victim. I do not owe any affirmative action “protected category” any apology, and you will never get one from me.