Your Racist Update
Tonightly we are talking about banning words.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me.” You know, I never let words bother me, but I’m a child of privilege and maybe I don’t experience them the same way. If I can provoke you to a mass of incoherent rage and name calling, good for me. That means I win, you got nothing. Now get your sorry ass back to a dictionary and learn some vocabulary fool.
On the other hand I am sensitive to the fact that other people may have different life experiences so I’m as careful as I can be to avoid inflamatory language. I may call you a pea brained ignoramous right to your face, but because of your mental deficiencies you probably won’t notice anything other than the sneering tone with which I deliver it. I rarely curse, and only for effect.
Do you think Twain should be shunned or bowlderized because he uses a certain term that accurately conveys how people thought about the Institution of Race Slavery? I don’t. It may surprise you to learn that the initial complaints about the language of Huckleberry Finn didn’t involve that term at all and were instead that Huck spoke the dialect of itinerant Missouri and the Victorian prudes were afraid that children would copy his ‘ghetto grammar’ in admiration of the character and defiance of the proper English of parental authority.
Heaven forfend we should give our kids any freedom. Next thing you know they’ll be talking street and wearing hoodies and their pants around their ankles.
Banning words never makes the ideas go away.
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