A couple weeks before the election, I questioned a MEME posted by one of my kids respected friend’s. The MEME suggested that the freed “white ranchers with guns” in Oregon, were racially advantaged over the mostly Indian crowd protesting the pipeline. I took issue in that the MEME was reaching to find a racial motive. It never mentioned: that one of the supporting ranchers was ambushed and assassinated in cold blood, that of the eight who were held unconstitutionally for eight months, two were not released, and that when their attorney asked for papers as to why they were not being released, he was tackled, and arrested. Some racial advantage?
I suggested that rather than trying to find a racial spin, maybe both occurrences have more to do with the same federal power overreach. For this, I was maligned: unable to understand “people of color”, and even my relationship with Christ became suspect. I was just another white racist in need of help. Was I?
I wondered, how could I have practiced dentistry in the Southwest Baltimore hood for twenty five years, and not realized this until I questioned a facebook MEME? I wondered why the four dental pilgrimages I went on: India, Africa, Peru, and Haiti, (mostly on my dime), just happened to be people of color? I also wondered how in my two attempts in politics, I aligned myself with a person of color: one as a running-mate, and the other as a campaign manager? But because I questioned the premiss of race playing a role between these confrontations I was maligned to his over 1000 friends.
While the masses see racism behind every post, any acquaintance, and every vote, the globalists have us right where they want us: divided, for the conquer.
