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A guided tour of crazy bitch town (Crazy racist bitch part 3)

30 Oct

Racism is a thing. Most educated people don’t want it to be a thing, but it’s still a thing. Personally, I grew up around people from all sorts of races and that’s given me a unique perspective on race relations because all ‘race’ meant to any of my group of friends was that we all looked a bit different.

I’m ‘Australian’, whatever that means. I know I’ve got Scottish, Danish and English ancestry. I think there’s some Irish in there too, and I’d be surprised if there isn’t some German somewhere down the line as well. I happened to grow up in a very poor area, surrounded by immigrants. At the time immigrants were known as ‘new Australians’.

My group of friends included a Portuguese kid, a half Indian-half English kid, an English-as-can-be kid, an Italian kid, A Kiwi (New Zealander) kidA Scottish kid, a Macedonian kid, a Romanian kid, A French kid, an Iranian kid, a Pakistani kid, Aboriginal kids, Vietnamese kids, Chinese kids, Cambodian kids, basically kids from every background you can think of.

And you know what? We all got along pretty well. I mean, we had fights but it was the same bullshit that kids fight over anywhere, like who’s turn it is, or who the better footy player is, or which super-hero is better.

There was racism in the community but mostly from the adults. You’d have that one kid that would say stupid shit but that left him with no friends because he was such a dickhead and the rest of us just put up with our parents retarded views on race relations. My step-father, for instance, would refer to the basketball players I worshiped as “black fellas” and refer to anyone even remotely European as a “Dago”. I didn’t understand half of what he was talking about and he was an illiterate, paranoid-schizophrenic, so I didn’t really put a lot of weight in what he said anyway.

Us kids didn’t give two shits where anyone came from. We were just happy to have friends to play with. We got to eat really interesting food at each others houses (not my house though, unless you count old meat burned to a crisp and smothered in tomato sauce as interesting) and ask questions about the things we didn’t understand, like: why do you have so many elephant statues?, who is Buddha?, what’s that hexagonal mirror above your door for?, what the hell is Bok Choy?, Why do you say “Yog ert” instead of “YO Gert” which is, as we all know, the one true and correct way to pronounce ‘yoghurt’?

Anyway! My point is this, racism is really about culture, not genetics. When people lose their shit and start ranting about other races, what they’re usually doing is saying “I like my culture and I find yours unsatisfactory because it’s different to what I’m used to.”

I’ve come to this realisation that your race is your hardware, and your culture is your software. Everyone goes around yelling about the hardware but what they’re really bothered by is the software.

This tour guide is doing a lot of yelling and swearing about race…

Clearly, the bottle of alcohol in her hand, and the spouting of racist remarks and swear words into a microphone on a buss full of tourists make a strong case that we have indeed witnessed a crazy bitch in action.

She’s very misguided and you have to assume she’s going through some difficult times, but you also have to give her one thing, and that’s her point about ‘assimilation’. She does a piss-poor job of getting that point across, probably because she’s a drunk, angry, racist yelling into a microphone but there is some value to that point.

Nobody should have to completely lose their culture if they move to another country but nobody should completely avoid the culture in the place they migrate to, either. One of the things that I think drives racism is the ‘us and them’ mentality that comes about because of the isolation and separation.

It’s understandable that when you’d want to be around people that you can relate to when you move to a foreign place, but when that turns into groups of immigrants gathering in the same neighbourhood and closing themselves off from the rest of the community, that’s not good for the either the immigrants or for the greater community.

What the allegedly crazy bitch in the above video is saying, is “This part of town makes me feel like an outsider in my own city”.

I’m not saying she’s a nice person. I’m not saying she’s not a crazy bitch. I’m not saying she’s not a drunken racist. I’m saying she had a least one point worth talking about and the fact that she chose to swear her way through it in a racist diatribe really hurts her chances of anyone taking that point on board.

If you are an immigrant though, you should consider taking some local culture on board. Learn enough of the local language to get by and don’t choose to live in a community comprised only of immigrants from your home country. Becoming part of the community doesn’t have to mean losing your culture, it often means sharing your culture with while also learning about how the locals do things. All the kids I grew up with did this without a second thought and it worked out great, so maybe there’s something to take from that.

Crazy bitch tip: If every other word you say is fuck, no one is going to take you seriously.

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