The Daily Mail in London published some maps showing the geographic breakdown by race of some major US cities (curiously, Barack Obama’s home town of Chicago is not shown)
I’ve written a number of times about Detroit and the deliberate black self-segregation that started under Coleman Young. The long horizontal divide between blue and red is “Eight Mile Road”, of which Eminem made a movie. It’s an extremely wide boulevard – on one side is prostitution, open drug selling and liquor stores (and a 2.5% city income tax) – on the other side poor white neighborhoods glad there is a big wide buffer making it hard to sneak into their neighborhoods.
It’s interesting how many loaded phrases they were able to push into one news story: “Barack Obama’s rainbow nation”, “a better picture of integration”, “perfect integration”, “rich white enclave”, “good mix”…. (The maps are based on the 2000 census)
After all of the struggling to desegregate schools, there are certain populations that choose to be separated from the crackers. That choice manifests in the form of affirmative action and quotas. That choice manifests in, as you say, self-segregation in Detroit. And what is the end result? Public schools that have had to dumb down to meet the needs of the students, and wastelands like Detroit have turned into money pits for governments.
I guess we can’t all just get along.
Look at almost any company cafeteria with more than 4 tables and you’ll see the same thing. No matter how much mandatory diversity training the company conducts, and no matter how many seats are intentionally left open at the “WASP” lunch tables, the minority group we’re talking about would rather keep to themselves.
All we can do is just keep the welcome mat out. Perhaps after the great welfare/socialism experiment has run its course over the next 100 years, everyone will be equally unemployed, equally angry, and equally offended, and it won’t really matter who kicked whom under the lunch table…
Having grown up in the 1960s, I was flooded with TV ads making the case for giving a hand up to black college students by giving money to the United Negro College fund. I rode on Greyhound buses through the South as a young child, I remember the segregated waiting rooms and the expectation black people would sit in the back of the bus. Helping blacks who had been pushed down to become better educated useful citizens sounded like a reasonable thing to do.
I think I was in my 20s before I realized the purpose of the UNCF was to fund black colleges, not black students – that the objective was to retain segregated schools and protect students from competing on a level playing field.
My senior year of high school, I took a class in personal finance or something like that. The teacher was from Johnson C Smith University – a black college in Charlotte. She was unable to complete a simple exercise in balancing a check book and ultimately had to ask me to do it for the class. The prior year the school had riots because the principal insisted in kicking out students bringing knives to school, engaging in fights, threatening teachers, etc… The Community got him reassigned so the Diversity could blossom
In my heady military days as a Marine in Okinawa, there was a place near the town of Koza (now Okinawa City) called Four Corners, just an intersection of two roads, really. It’s other name was The Bush, an enclave catering exclusively to blacks and it was so notorious and so dangerous that even shore patrol avoided it as much as possible. It was awful that the “Man” forced all those black servicemen into a ghetto of violence, drugs and prostitution in The Bush. See? Even then, it was Bush’s fault.
Outside the Subic Bay naval base when that installation was still in existence was the humble hamlet of Olongapo.
A quiet village chock-full of family values and hard-working friendly folks, much akin to the barbaric horde invading across the USA southern border!!!! Well, OUR invaders are much worse than the folks found within Olongapo. The “calling card” of the HUKs and New People’s Army back in the 1970s, the headless service member, was a relatively rare event but seldom covered by the USA mass media that is so selective on the information conveyed to the USA citizenry.
The entrenched power structure within the USA, and that powered elite basically has a stranglehold upon the mass media, doesn’t have to lie to the masses… just fail to inform!!!
Anyway, Olongapo had “The Jungle.” The area ‘off to the side’ running paralel to the main drag where the black folks tended to hang out.
Most shore patrol dreaded being assigned there but it never bothered me. Mr. Lily White Honkey but I never experienced anything outside the norm.
A drunk belligerant sailor or Marine is pretty much the same no matter their skin pigmentation. I very rarely had any problem and it was extremely rare for me to have to use “the system” to control the situations “on the beach.”
Heck, I handled affairs myself!!!!!! We weren’t issued three-foot-long ebonite batons for no reason!!!!!! Even then, using force was extremely rare!!!!! Psychology and voice-power was pert-near universally effective!!!! And it was amazing how often one could use the “power of the group,” a trouble-maker’s buddies, to do the actual controlling of the trouble maker.
Great times!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, right after the end of the “main evacuation” of Vietnam around one-half of the 7th Fleet was in Subic Bay.
The folks at the main gate lost count but they had counted over 30,000 liberty-bound military personnel of all branches cascading out the main gate.
Even at that much-higher-than-average number there was ample room in the multitude of bars, ample beer and booze, and what with females bussed in from surrounding areas, Manilla, Angeles City where the Air Force base was located, there was STILL enough females-for-hire for the horde of horny military folks.
Largest party I ever saw and though I had shore patrol duty I had a great time.
Best military duty a guy could have though most sailors despised it. I always “swapped” duty when in port, trading with the on-duty guy assigned shore patrol for my assigned on-ship watch such as roving patrol or quarterdeck watch.
The officer in charge of watch standing eventually just assigned shore patrol to me since I eneded up with it anyway.
Best damn job in the Navy and I did it very well…. kept the peace while keeping guys out of the brig, losing rank, etc. Unlike many shore patrol (and civilian cops) I refused to let the “power” go to my head.
Beware, always, those who DO allow the “power of the badge” go to their heads for they WILL lie to judges and juries and lie to protect fellow cops and ARE a threat to the common decent folks everywhere.
Several years ago I decided to take a fun course at the Univ of TX-Austin on “Art History”. The teacher was a very large black woman. During her introduction, and speaking in Ebonics, she referred to herself in the third person as “the sister”. We thought she was joking, but again she said: “The sister is like Imelda Marcos, she likes expensive shoes!” At that point in time I and about 10 students walked out. Lucky for us the was another class available. A couple of days later the rest of her class, with the exception of 4 blacks, moved to our class. The university, being politically correct, did not fire her but kept her just to teach 4. Our class had about 70 students.
I also “fondly” remember attempting to study in the undergrad library at UT with a table next to mine of blacks all speaking in Ebonics and all at the same time. Not very pleasant.