A Trump campaign county chairwoman in Ohio has resigned after an interview with The Guardian in which she said a whole bunch of ignorant racist things:
She called the Black Lives Matter movement “a stupid waste of time”.
She blamed low voter turnout among blacks on “the way they’re raised”. Which is strange because in her county voter turnout is actually higher among black people than white people. Maybe it’s the way they’re raised?
She actually said (yes, this was on video):
If you’re black and you haven’t been successful in the last 50 years, it’s your own fault. You’ve had every opportunity, it was given to you. You’ve had the same schools everybody else went to. You had benefits to go to college that white kids didn’t have. You had all the advantages and didn’t take advantage of it. It’s not our fault, certainly.
Then she blamed racism on Barack Obama. On the racial tensions that were rife in the 60’s (which is when she graduated from high school):
Growing up as a kid, there was no racism, believe me. We were just all kids going to school.
About segregation and the civil rights movement:
I never experienced it. I never saw that as anything. I don’t think there was any racism until Obama got elected. We never had problems like this […] Now, with the people with the guns, and shooting up neighborhoods, and not being responsible citizens, that’s a big change, and I think that’s the philosophy that Obama has perpetuated on America.
When the interviewer pointed out that some people might find her remarks offensive, she pulled a Trump and replied “I don’t care, it’s the truth.”
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Wow. Amazing. Alas, not actually incredible.
I saw this yesterday and looked her up. She has a real estate business, but I wonder for how long now. If I can find her, so can everyone else. I resisted the urge to call her and see if anyone answered, but I suspect there were others who were not so “thoughtful”. Talk about living in a bubble I suspect her bubble has been burst by now. Unfortunately she is not alone in her delusions.
The Dunning-Kruger effect in action.
I thought about this all day. The woman must be Wildwood and my age. I was raised just above the Mason-Dixon line, went to an all white private school, Episcopal. One Presbyterian, one Jewish in our class of fifty.
At home were Hunt and Sarah. Sarah came in two days a week to iron, clean and straighten out my room where I played Monopoly all over the floor.
Hunt was Miggie Hunt whom my mother refused to call by his first name because he was twenty years older than she. She felt it would be disrespectful. Hunt lost his wife and son to the Spanish flue in 1918. Hunt retired when he was about 80, then begged my mother to take him back. I think he prepared a few meals after that. We were trained to look the other way when Hunt took his shot glass to the liquor cabinet. I remember Hunt taking me by bus which stopped at the end of our driveway to the races. He showed me off to all his friends and watched me at age eight all the way so I didn’t get lost. Hunt and Sarah were always there for us. When my cat was killed, Hunt took her off the road and buried her. Our parents, top of society were away a lot, parties and Europe. But Hunt and Sarah were there. When our parents were in Europe a month, Sarah stayed , she stayed in my mother’s bed so she would be where she could hear us if anything happened. I remembered when I was sixteen, Sarah tried to call me “Miss”. I put my foot down about that. She understood we were equals.
Now Ohio was a big part of the Underground railroad, but I guess this woman missed all that. Harriet Beecher Stowe and all that. I think she is implying she went to an integrated school, she just missed the the black students were taught at home to be respectful to whites; hence there were no problems.
Obama gave them empowerment. Now black people can ask for help from the police if the car stalls and still end up dead. “I felt threatened,” said white Betty deputy.
And black people can wait in cars for their children to get off the bus, still getting murdered.
I was at Venice Beach, CA sitting on a bench once by myself when a big black man sat down on the bench. Yes, I felt threatened, mostly that he would steal my borrowed bike. I would have equally been threatened by a big white man. we grew up in our family that “All men are created equal.”
Ohio might be just enough north, they don’t understand that.
I do have to add that the private school has changed. Dr. Oz graduated from there. There seems to be over 50% now who are not top of society white. I was glad to see the change.
Ebdoug, I’m a little older, I think. My exposure to blacks was limited in my early years. My first two years of school in Little Rock, Arkansas, during WWII, I was walked to and from school each day by the black janitor that worked at the bar/pharmacy below our apartment. After the war we moved to St. Louis, still one of the most segregated cities in the country. Went all the rest of my school years living in an all white neighborhood, going to all white schools. My elementary school K through 8, was picked to receive some bused students from the projects downtown. The bused students were all white. They were being bused from the blackness of the projects, while the blacks stayed where they were. Even so, we did not mingle with them. They came to school at a slightly later time, had recess and lunch at a different time and left before we got out. We were aware they were there, but seldom saw them.
My father was a racist, more verbal than by action. He grew up in the south and was taken, when about 8 years old to see a black man being dragged through the streets and then hung. He only told me this story once. My brother never did hear him talk about it. But this man bought armloads of candy and party supplies when a youth group I belonged to was holding a party in an orphanage for black children. He had several black men who worked for him show up at his funeral, talking about what a great and generous guy he was. He was really more of an Archie Bunker racist than maybe even Archie was.
Later after my marriage and our move back to St. Louis, I hired a black women to clean my house. She is still one of my best friends, (I know, cliched but true in this case). She lives in Arlington, and I call her Miss Mae and she calls me Miss Judy. She was a grown women and was not not going to put the Miss in front of my name, so I just put it in front of hers. She flew to Mass. when my son got married. The only black face in the crowd, but had a great time. I love and miss her and we talk on the phone all the time since she moved to be near her remaining son. Two were shot, one died of alcoholism. I hope the last one outlasts her. She doesn’t need to lose her last baby.
I feel threatened by young males in groups, no matter the color. The group dynamic can be volatile and I would just as soon not be around it.
Ending and Wildwood, thanks for sharing your very insightful experiences! While not as old as either of you, I grew up during the civil rights movement of the 60’s. Being a grade schooler I really didn’t know what was going on. What I did know (although I didn’t know why) was that the “colored folks” lived in a smal enclave just outside our town. The children attend our elementary school and as for the kids they were just students. I remember in the 2nd grade my mom made a birthday party and asked who I wanted to invite. Of course Warren was in the list because he was a friend. Warren was the son of the minister of the church who tended to the “colored community” on the outskirts of our town and he was black. This was maybe 1967 and they were just beginning to untangle segregation. Me and my friends had a great time including Warren.
Fast forward to my 25th High School reunion and I proudly introduced my wife to my friends including Warren. What he said to here surprised me. He told her what a good man I was and how my one small invitation had left an indelible mark on his life. She didn’t quite understand.
Now the small community is still there, although it is part white and black now. Warrens brother tends to the church as the minister and it’s considered a local historical site.
My point I suppose is, kids don’t see color until some adult says its there.
“Ebdug” sorry my autocorrect went wild
Same thing happened in Hitler’s era. The Jews and Christians were just friends until Hitler pointed out to the Christians that the Jews were the devil incarnate. Patriotsgt, your story sent chills up my spine.
My mother died in 2009 at a ripe old age of 94. While she was still cognizant, she told me that after she died, she was coming back in 50 years to find peace on earth. Watching ants fight, I know it will never happen, it is animal nature (which we all are), I’d love to see it happen. You’d lose your job though as a peacekeeper.