A close friend warned me that I have a habit of “tossing pebbbles into the water to enjoy wathcing the ripples they produce.” I see that my piece on the “New Majority” has done this.
I am fascinated by the reaction to what should have been seen as a sarcastic blast dripping with my well-known perverse sense of humor. I place the reaction into several catagories.
Politics.
The astute politician would look at the results of the election to see where there is need for work. In this case President Obama’s highly successful “rainbow” coalition should examine why it failed to capture an important voting block, old white men. It should seek ways to bring these voters on board. And this is not just a moot question, but a reality, since the president faces a obdurate body of old white men in the Congress who he needs to bring over to his bold new plan for a better and more prosperous America. Simply dismissing this group as “grumpy old racists” will guarantee continued gridlock in Washington.
Economics.
Most in the “rainbow” coalition complain that the grumpy old racist white men have not followed the government’s lead in reviving the moribund economy to provide sufficient, well paid, quality jobs. They complain that these “captains of industry, owners of wealth, and financial robber barons” are sitting on the sidelines leaving the “noble” public sector alone to fight the evil dragon of recession. Of course, if you have to fight alone when controlling 25% of the economy, you are hardly alone.
Telling my “New Minority” to take its marbles and retreat to its refuge is not likely to enlist it in the crusade. By all accounts, those implementing the Feds’ lead in saving the economy believe that they will fail if they cannot get the rich old white boys to join them. So the more prudent course of action would be to examine why this group does not share your vision for the future and explore ways to encourage their particiption. The convenient threat to take the funds away through higher taxes is senseless since they will simply follow Warren Buffet’s methods to insure one pays less taxes than his secretary.
Racism.
Tossing around the racist label does nothing to encourage inclusion and participation. On a more personal level I would urge those who brand me with this label to recall what every schoolboy in America knows, the modern Ku Klux Klan, of which some have said I am a card carrying member or at least a kindred spirit, was born not in the old Confederacy but in heartland America, Indiana. And while it continued to eschew blacks, the stimulus for its rebirth was the massive wave of immigration in the late 19th and early 20th centuries of swarthy, dark, papist troglodytes from Southern Europe, mainly Italy. The high point of the “New Klan” was a march down Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington DC, the same route President Obama will take in his second inauguration. The main feature of the parade was a huge coffin with the sign, “Put a nail in the coffin for the Pope.” The anti-immigration campaign of the Klan was successful, it was the main force in getting the US Congress to adopt our first quotas on immigration that were clearly constructed to keep out Italians. Thank God my grandparents got in before the door was slammed shut.
While I did not face the legal discrimination against blacks, I did suffer the cultural and societal discrimination expressed in such charming terms as being called “guinea, wop, greaseball” and worse. I knew young ladies whose parents would not let them date me. I had to laugh off accusations of being a member of the Mafia or the sterotype of being good at sports and dancing. Yes, not the criminal discrimination leveled against blacks, but the more subtle discrimination that cannot be changed by law.
The joke was that I could have easily avoided this by adopting my mother’s maiden name, Brown, which her family had anglicized in the 19th century from the German, Braun, to avoid the subtle discrimination then against “krautheads.”
And for those who call me racist I will be happy to provide them a list of very successful Ethiopians and black South Africans who will be glad to attest to my treating all people with equal distain and arrogance.

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Most prominent among “bitter old white men” who aren’t going to be brought around to anything reasonable are Senators John McCain and Lindsay Graham. Their premature, anticipatory threat against Ambassador Susan Rice, even before she is nominated for Secretary of State and even before President Obama has decided whom to nominate is very telling.
I’m glad to be an old white man among the 40% of us who supported President Obama.
Leo, I, for one, don’t need to speak to your “very successful” South African or Ethiopian friends to know that you’re a racist and a bigot. I saw that first hand in Addis Ababa and Harar last month. And having been called a greaseball doesn’t make you any less so.
Well, Leo, if it’s true that you have been an equal opportunity crab then I certainly apologize. As a youth I was an equal opportunity fornicator which is probably more fun.
What? Leo, your posting was satire? WOW. Your brilliance was so subtle that we all evidently missed it. Well, what a relief to know that we can still count on your money and expertise to keep the “gifts” flowing.
Unfortunately, this thread has deteriorated into the kind of ? contest…that you boys perfected way back in the third grade, so I will, of course, have to withdraw from the field of this particular battle, but not before I recount my own first personal tragedy involving ethnic and religious discrimination.
I was three and he was four. We spend many blissful hours with our crayons and coloring books on his balcony or my front porch in West Philadelphia. One rainy afternoon, I was merrily scribbling away, when Eric stopped me. “You are supposed to color inside the lines,” he explained. It was if lightening had struck, and a whole new universe opened up for me. Why that made perfect sense. There was order in the world and rules to learn. I was in love.
But, Eric was Jewish and I was Catholic and our mothers were alarmed. My mother told me that another rule was that I absolutely could not grow up and marry Eric; it was not allowed by our religions or our mothers. I was heartbroken. Eventually, I recovered. But, for my whole life, I have struggled against an instinct to look to the male of the species for enlightenment. Luckily, this particular exchange has helped me in that struggle.
What have you guys been imbibing while I was away? I thought we were a nice, diverse, and fun-loving family. Maybe John should just delete all of this and forget about it.
Dear David,
Welcome back! We have missed your sage comments and recollections, even if I didn’t always agree with you. Right now,
the Peace Corps is contemplating changes to the Five Year Rule based on recommendations from the Inspector General’s evaluation report. Because of the abrupt resignation of Director Williams last August, the changes have been not yet been received by the IGO office. Once they are, then a FOIA request can be made so that we can see what the changes will be.
I know that this is an issue of great importance to you. I hope that you will be commenting on the changes when they are finally available.