Showing posts with label racism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label racism. Show all posts

Monday, March 03, 2008

Monday E-Mailbag

I have a friend who forwards a lot of emails. You know the kind, cute pictures, funny little videos, jokes, the occasional don't-microwave-tupperware warning.... Sometimes I look at them, but mostly I just leave them in my Inbox, then delete them a few days later when I'm doing a cleanup. She's an old family friend.

Last Friday I received an email from her with the subject line "Help secure the boarders!" The body of the email said, "Get Ready--- They are faaaast."

This piqued my interest because of the word "boarders." I thought maybe this was a joke. A liberal play on words, perhaps.

Wrong.

It was nothing more than a misspelling of a racist online "game."

Somehow this is supposed to be fun, to shoot border (note the correct spelling) crossers. Blood splatters every time you hit one, and I believe you get extra points for "breeders" but I could be wrong. This "game" is on a website run by proud-to-be-racist, Tom Metzger (founder of the White Aryan Resistance). I am purposefully not linking directly to his website. Look it up yourself if you're interested.

Now the funny thing is, my friend lives in Hawaii and from the preponderance of pro-Obama email she sends, is an avid Obama supporter.

Isn't that ironic.

I struggled with this for a while this weekend, I kept thinking about the quote, "All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."

And yet I hesitated, because she is an old family friend, and someone I care about. I didn't want to hurt her feelings or offend her or embarrass her.

Then, because she is someone I care about, I decided to send her this reply:
I have to say I found this one very offensive... and if you look, the website is run by..... leader of the Ku Klux Klan.


Her reply, "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT I JUST HAVE FUN TO SEE HOW MY REFLEXES AR AT MY AGE.
SORRY."

No malice. And today, I got an email to this video:



I'm glad I said something. I've spent too much of my life not saying something.

What would you have done?