Admittedly, I used to be absolutely fascinated looking at historical images and photos depicting racism in ways so twisted, varied and perverted that just made my head spin. Human "creativity" is truly timeless. These days, the depressing aspects of such voyeurism largely outweigh the remaining fascination. So it's with equal parts hesitancy and reluctance that I delve into a bit of historal research for the upcoming symposium. Fortunately, the internets make that research so ridiculously easy these days- instant historical depression at the touch of a keyboard!So it was with a certain amount of surprise, and shame, that I ran into the image above, an image I recognized from my own far gone youth. It brought an instant smile of friendly recognition, and guilt by childhood association.
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"So it was with a certain amount of surprise, and shame, that I ran into the image above, an image I recognized from my own far gone youth."
This stuff infects us all. When I was a kid, I loved the Frito Bandito. I still cheer for the Washington Redskins. My (lame) excuse is that my mother's family is all in DC, and I live close by.
My favorite line from the old Pogo comic strip: We have met the enemy, and he is us.
Hey, back in the day, Speedy Gonzales was about as close as you got to a media role model for Hispanics.
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