Category Archives: Racism

“On the First Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me, A Gangsta Rap Coloring Book. It’s for Kids.” [NaturalNews Mocking]

Screenshot of the video (you can see the time at the bottom). This is a picture, I can't embed videos, do not click. Credit to Youtube

Screenshot of the video (you can see the time at the bottom). The picture quality is not my fault, it’s the video’s quality. This is a picture, I can’t embed videos, do not click. Credit to Youtube

Oh hi! Happy holidays, everyone, and Seasons Greetings!

So the Health Ranger gave us a gift in the form of a video: “Health Ranger Sings the Twelve Days of Christmas”. Even better: he’s singing it in his lab, without lab coat, protective eye wear, and other protective things. Good job!

Some highlights from the video:

  • “On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me two cans of cocaine and a gangsta rap coloring book. It’s Christmas in America.”
  • Apparently Americans don’t drink ice tea (in reference to Ice T in the book).
  • Actually, all of the “oh, I’m going to show the rappers in the coloring book!” that’s present throughout the song.
  • THE AWKWARD SINGING! GAH! Even worse, there’s lines like this:
    “On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, eight retail sticks (because no one can find a tree anymore and they don’t have backyards and they don’t know how to get their own STICKS!) […]”
  • “It’s like Christmas in Harlem!” Good job Adams, you racist asshole.
  • The tone of condensation.

Enjoy!

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“For All You Kids at Home, Santa Just Is White” And Other Racist Bullshit On Fox News

Santa Claus FAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Credit to Beverly Mahone.

This is Santa Claus? FAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Credit to Beverly Mahone.

As I think everyone’s heard by now, Megyn Kelly has declared Santa to be forever whiter than fresh fallen snow. In fact, if you think that Santa can be anything OTHER than white, then just suck it up kids, because he’s white! After all, Kelly said so!

A few days ago, Fox News decided to discuss Aisha Harris’s article “Santa Claus Should Not Be a White Man Anymore”. In this article, Harris discusses how confused she was as a child when she saw both a black Santa at home and a white Santa everywhere else, and proposes that Santa be a penguin instead, in order to allow other children to share in holiday cheer without feeling alienated and shameful over the idea that Santa isn’t the same color as them.

Of course, as Fox is wont to do, Kelly just had to say this to the children:

For all you kids watching at home, Santa just is white. But this person is just arguing that maybe we should also have a black Santa. But Santa is what he is. […] Just because it makes you feel uncomfortable doesn’t mean it has to change, you know? I mean, Jesus was a white man too. He was a historical figure, that’s a verifiable fact, as is Santa — I just want the kids watching to know that.

Are You Serious?

Wow. Uh. Yeah, “just because it makes you feel uncomfortable doesn’t mean it has to change”? Does that mean that just because you feel uncomfortable if someone is standing on your foot that it doesn’t have to change? Do you really want to make that argument?

The stupidity and the privileged position in knowing that Santa Claus will represent your race no matter where you go. It’s just too much.

And of course, as Jon Stewart said in regards to the “for all you kids watching at home” thing (forgive the ableism in the link), “[W]ho are you actually talking to? Children who are sophisticated enough to be watching a news channel at ten o’clock at night, yet innocent enough to believe that Santa Claus is real, yet racist enough to be freaked out if he isn’t white?”

Seriously. Fox News, news flash, but Santa Claus isn’t real.

And then of course, then there was the claim that Jesus was white:

Jesus was a white man too. You know, it’s like, he was a historical figure, it’s verifiable fact.

Jesus is white? Even though he was born in Bethlehem, in what is now Israel? Which, in case you forgot, is in the Middle East?

Hey Jews! According to Megyn Kelly, you’re apparently white now! Congrats! Please pick up your “Hey guys, I’m totally white!” cards at your local synagogue this Saturday, right after service, and join the ruling class of the racial hierarchy. Antisemitism is now over! You won’t be targeted by neo-Nazis and white supremacists ever again!

So many eyeballs lost, so little time to find them. Guess it's time for me to go get more eyeballs from Costco.

So many eyeballs lost, so little time to find them. Guess it’s time for me to go get more eyeballs from Costco. DAMN IT!

Racial Microagressions: Showcasing Reactions to Everyday Racism

How not to talk to an Asian. Credit to Kiyun Kim

How not to talk to an Asian. Credit to Kiyun Kim

Just what it says on the tin: a photo montage of students holding up signs describing their reactions to everyday racism.

You’d think that racism only happens when people get racially profiled at Barneys because they happened to shop while black, but racism happens every single day, from the person who asks an Asian whether they can really see out of their squinted eyes to the person who asks the one Hispanic kid about what the “Latino perspective” is, Just simple, everyday things that escape people’s notice because it’s not so obvious.

Are we living in a post racial society? I think not.

Here’s a better link with some additional pictures.

Talking ‘Bout Racism is BAD ‘Cuz It Hurt Mah White Feelings!!!11!

Sources: [1] [2]

So apparently the Minneapolis Community and Technical College has a few problems regarding talking about racism—namely, they keep getting offended that someone has the gall to say that whites are in a position of power and that racism against non-white people is often perpetuated by whites.

Quote Shannon Gibney, the professor being reprimanded because she dared to talk about racism perpetuated by white people in class:

[One of the white students asked,] ‘Why do we have to talk about this in every class? Why do we have to talk about this?’ I was shocked… It was not in a calm way. His whole demeanor was very defensive. He was taking it personally. I tried to explain, of course, in a reasonable manner — as reasonable as I could given the fact that I was being interrupted and put on the spot in the middle of class — that this is unfortunately the context of 21st century America.

Another white male student said, ‘Yeah, I don’t get this either. It’s like people are trying to say that white men are always the villains, the bad guys. Why do we have to say this?’

I tried to say, ‘You guys are trying to take it personally. This is not a personal attack. We’re not all white people, you white people in general. We’re talking about whiteness as a system of oppression.’

And so I’m quite familiar, unfortunately, with how that works — and how the institutional structures and powers reinforce this white male supremacy, basically, and that sort of narrative, and way of seeing the world.

And so I said, ‘You know, if you’re really upset, feel free to go down to legal affairs and file a racial harassment discrimination complaint.’

In other words, a few white students complained—nay, whined about the fact that there is a large amount of racism perpetuated by whites, and that there is a paradigm that says that white is better.

And of course, the administration there happened to agree with these white students, and told Gibney off for teaching about racism.

Apparently talking about racism perpetuated by white people is TOTALLY racist against white people, because how dare you say that throughout history white people have had more power and privilege than non-white people. That’s like totally racist and totally untrue, ’cause racism is totally over in ‘Merica.

See?

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My One Trip to the Cesspool of Pesudoscience: whale.to

Today, I went off the deep end in search of new blog material, I opened an incognito window on my browser, and typed in whale.to in the address bar.

Oh gods. Oh, oh gods.

I knew that whale.to was not a reliable source and that if you quote it seriously, you’re going to get laughed out of the room. I knew that that site was going to be chock full of misinformation and that you need to watch out before you get sucked in. Everything pesudoscientific ever to come into existence can and will end up here, plus some additional things such as conspiracy theories.

So I thought I knew what to expect.

It’s even worse than that.

The following is a sample page on what you might find on whale.to. This is a screenshot, and not a link to the actual page itself. Hence, none of the links are clickable. You have been forewarned.

It’s so wrong that it’s not even wrong anymore.

I don’t even think this is worth debunking or mocking. It’s so ridiculous, mocking it won’t even do it justice. That’s how bad it is.

I’m going to go find brain bleach.

Happy Friday!

Reflection: On Living Asian in a Caucasian World

Sorry for not getting to a post last night. Let’s just say that there’s a reason why I should have started on my Latin homework during the holiday.

Anyways. Today, I’m not going to mock/debunk anything. Instead I’m just going to muse on growing up living in a Caucasian world.


I grew up in a minority-majority community. My neighborhood was full of East Asians, my elementary school was majority East Asians, my section of the town that I grew up in was mostly East Asians and Latinos, etc.

It’s not like I wasn’t aware that white people existed. It’s just that all around me, Asian culture (and a small amount of Latino culture) was everywhere. As the Autumn Moon Festival in mid-September closed in every year, all of the Asian supermarkets near me (and there were so many!) had a display for mooncakes. Boxes and boxes of mooncakes, just sitting in a huge table covered in red cloth. Same thing for Chinese New Year: we’d have a display of traditional New Year goodies, and the banks would give out red envelopes for lai see. Mother and father and neighbors and family would give my brother and me lai see, because we were children and single, and we’d count up how much we got every year.

We spoke Cantonese at home. Where I grew up, many of the people I got to know knew how to speak another language: Cantonese, Mandarin, Vietnamese, Spanish, etc. The idea of people speaking English-only at home was foreign to me, abnormal.

My friends and I would joke about Asian pressure to succeed. One of the recurring jokes we had was that A was Average and F was Funeral. You can imagine what we made up for the other letters. Doing well in school wasn’t just expected, it was the norm. If you didn’t do well in school, you shamed your parents and yourself.

I didn’t really see a lot of white people at school. White people were just there, just a glimmer of blue eyes and green eyes and curls and blonde hair and red hair and light brown hair and pale skin without the hint of yellow and freckles and whatnot. What I saw every day was a variety of people, the majority of them with a hint of yellow or a hint of brown, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, hair straighter than arrows. This was normal to me.

Even then, though, in school we’d learn about the achievements of white people. We’d see white people in the media, in books, in pictures, on the movie screen, on the TV screen (when it’s not turned to one of the many Asian language channels that were on the air). Sometimes we’d see black people. Sometimes we’d see Latinos. Very rarely would we see Asians.

In history class, we touched on Asian-related history three times: yellow peril, the Japanese internment camps, and the bombings of Nagasaki and Hiroshima.

Yellow peril, because people were scared of all of the Chinese people, which led to the Chinese Exclusion act and the Gentlemen’s Agreement with Japan.

Japanese internment camps, because during World War 2, everyone was scared of the Japanese and thought that they weren’t real citizens and that they weren’t loyal to the United States. The 442nd Regimental Combat Team disproved it, of course, but YELLOW PEOPLE.

And the nuclear bombs, because that was what ended World War 2.

And that was it for an AP US history course.


At some point, I realized that Asians were invisible, or at least very well hidden.

Now, I knew Asians existed. I grew up Asian and I can see Asian people just by looking in the mirror.

But in the world of sitcoms and blockbusters, Asians were mostly non-existent. If an Asian showed up, for the most part either he was a kung-fu master, she was an Asian hooker, he was a wise asshole, she was a bimbo, he was UBER SMART, she was demure and submissive, he was a nerd, she was a Tiger Mom, and so on. There was usually just one Asian. All of them were stereotypes.

Even when the show’s set in a world where it’s half Asian, Asians don’t make up any part of the main cast.

Statistics? For the most part, statistics went like this: white (non-Hispanic), white (Hispanic), black (non-Hispanic), black (Hispanic). Or they’ll just have white, black, Hispanic. Sometimes they’ll have American Indian. It’s not often that Asian shows up, and when it does, it’s often left simply as “Asian/Pacific Islander”.

Books? Most books feature white protagonists. It’s difficult to find anyone who ISN’T white as a whole on the New York Times Bestseller List.

Marketing? Mostly to white people. If they make any mention of Asian culture at all, it’s about Panda Express (whitewashed “Chinese” food), it’s about how you can “learn secrets from the Orient”, it’s about “traditional Chinese medicine”, it’s about a mystical land far far away, about how we’re so backwards that we haven’t advanced one step ever since the Chinese came up with the compass and paper a few thousand years ago, how everyone should aspire to be more like the backwards Asians who haven’t caught up with the West yet. Asian culture isn’t normal, it’s so special and different from civilization that you have to want to aspire to be “exotic”.

Sushi is too weird when it has raw fish. Jasmine rice belongs into the international food aisle in the supermarket, alongside soy sauce, fish sauce, rice paper wrappers, Mama instant ramen, Hi Chew, Pocky, and sesame oil. And of course, that’s in competition with Hispanic and Greek and Indian and Italian imports.

Sex? Asian men are sexless. Asian women are a fetish to go after, something for the Mighty Whitey to impress and awe so that she’ll serve you and give you amazing blowjobs for the rest of your life. And they’re all the same, interchangeable.

That’s when you realize that you’re not white. And because you’re not white, you’re “special”—so special that you’re marginalized, a part of a single entity, a yellow blur instead of an individual face in the midst of yellows and browns.

Alienation is sort of inevitable. After a few years of this, you realize that you’re an other, you’re not normal, you’re exotic, you’re different from everyone else.

And that’s when you realize that the “we live in a post-racial world” thing is a lie.