Critical Race Theory

by Mark C. Wallfisch

A conversation between two neighbors of mine was fascinating.  Republican Roger attempted to bait Democratic Bill by saying, “Critical Race Theory.  I don’t know what the hell it is.  But it’s gotta be bad.” 

Bill responded, “I don’t know what the hell it is, either, but I think it’s probably good.”

“Why do you think it’s good?” asked Roger.

“Because you think it’s bad.  Lookit – anything pumped up on those  whacko news channels you watch, or by any number of idiots or Trump himself, you’re for.”

“That makes my life simple; those guys are on my side.  Not to mention that if you’re for it, ipso facto, I’m against it.” 

“Uh.  Admit it, buddy, you’re a racist, and at every turn you wanna protect white people from the inevitable trend in this country; we’re gettin’ darker.  So take a breath, and join the future.”

But Roger protested, “I’m not gonna let that happen.”

Bill lectured him, “Don’t be stupid.  It’s gonna happen, and it’s not up to you or some morons who think Trump is some kinda cult leader.  We should all be in this together, but you don’t think so.  You think it’s us against them, and you know their numbers are growing, so you Trumpsters are trying to dilute their power by limiting their ability to vote.  But we really are in this together, and we should be adults and get along and not keep trying to relive the Civil War.”

“I still don’t know what Critical Race Theory is,” Roger confessed in exhaustion.

“Me neither.  But let’s agree to live together with all Americans,” Bill urged.

“That’s easy for you to say.”

“No, it’s not,” Bill continued, “I don’t like [air quotes] ‘people of color,’ either.  I’m just trying to be grown-up about the whole thing.”

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