Prefering one’s own culture to others does not make one racist or ethnically prejudiced. From Gayle at theburningplatform.com:
I have been accused of being a racist more than once. I don’t like to think of myself as one of those, but I notice I am unable to relate a story about a non-Caucasian person or persons without specifying their racial identification as a matter of course in describing what happened. More than likely, the story has nothing to do with their race or the expression of it. As a matter of fact, I was posting a response to a thread on TBP the other day and found myself doing it again, so I just stopped the comment. I am trying to break this habit. Honestly, that’s about as far as my racism goes. I think.
The increase in the number of posts relating to the superiority of the white race over other races has not escaped my attention. People from Africa, Asia, and the Middle East are favorite subjects of comparative derision. Then there are the Jews, who are in a class all by themselves, often identified as “the tribe.” The accomplishments of white people over the past 120 or so centuries are impressive, generally speaking, although some of the other groups who have had the pleasure of interacting with us may not fully agree. At any rate, a world neatly compartmentalized by race and tribe is a relic of the long-distant past. As forced racial mixing increases, so does the tension within societies.
I think about my dear friend Rita. She is an educated professional and a long-married wife and the mother of some kids. She makes me laugh and laugh. We share similar values. For the purposes of this post, I have to tell you she is a beautiful black lady. I could care less what color she is. Green would be fine. The magic of Rita lies in the fact that she and I share the same culture. That culture is what I would classify as “traditional American.” It is Euro-centric, Christian, and open. It values mutual respect, hard work, thrift, and fair play. It speaks the same language. It believes in redemption and is generous with second chances. It appreciates order and creativity and is tolerant. You get the idea. It is my culture and I love it and want to protect it even though it is far from perfect.
I realize that I am very fearful about what is happening to my culture. Mr. Quinn in his Civil War II posts does a fine job of enumerating the long list of assaults upon it. A few people in positions of power have decided to change the culture to something more to their liking. They have devised a brilliant strategy for shutting down objections to their efforts by defining those who disagree as racists and all the other terms that describe those in Hillary’s basket of deplorables. If you disagree with their plan, you are indeed a terrible person and you’d better adjust your attitude. It has worked like a charm to stifle dissent for a long time.
To continue reading: I’m Not Racist, I’m Culturist