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The White Man


I would encourage every American to watch the Ken Burns series, The West. It is available on Netflix and PBS.

What you learn from this extraordinary documentary is that the White Man has, from the beginning of his presence here, done everything in his power to prevent first, the Native American Indians, then the Mexicans, then the Blacks, then the Asians, from ever being given the right to be legally assimilated into the free function of American society.

The White Man is an immigrant. Unless you have Native American blood in you, you did not come from this land. Your ancestors brought you here from somewhere else.

Whites came to this country from Europe, Western Asia, Central Asia, South Asia, and North Africa. This land did not belong to them, they stumbled onto it and then they took it to be their own.

Many came here fleeing religious persecution, poverty, disease, lack of economic opportunity, and the freedom to build a life for themselves and their families.

They weren’t all sweet and gentle. Some were pirates. Some were swindlers. Some were con men. Some were criminals. But the majority who came here were good people ready to work hard and have a better life.

Sound familiar? Yes. That is exactly what most of the immigrants and migrants and refugees coming to America today are doing. They are good people. They don’t want a handout, they don’t want your job, they simply want the chance to build a better life for themselves and their children. They want opportunity. They want freedom. Many of them simply want a safe place to live.

Whites do not own America. Can we get that straight? Can we at least admit this land was not ours? The native American Indians were here first. The land was theirs and we took it from them. In many instances we stole it. We robbed their stock. We killed off the buffalo. We destroyed their ability to survive. And we murdered thousands of them in order to do it.

That’s the history of the immigrant White man. He never did originate here.

And today, he’s still taking from others. He’s still expecting to own everything. He’s still oppressing anyone who tries to come here from somewhere else for the very same reasons his ancestors came here. To find freedom. To escape poverty, violence, illness, and death.

The real myth about the White Man is that he isn’t even white. Every white person on earth is a mixture of races going back to Eden.

The notion, which many people hold—many Republican politicians, many Evangelical Christians—that Mexican immigrants, Latino migrants, and foreign refugees who come to this country; the idea they are not welcome, disregards and mocks everything decent about our nation and its values.

And it ignorantly and arrogantly forgets, the White Man is and always has been an immigrant here, too. Just like the immigrants and migrants and refugees today, our ancestors came here for the very same reasons.

Tolerance and compassion are not just nice choices we can make. They are necessary to our humanity. We cannot survive as human beings without them.  Without them, we become users, beasts, and monsters.

Thomas Paine, one of the early white leaders in America wrote: “My country is the world, and my religion is to do good.”

You can’t find a better definition for the heart of this nation than that. Isn’t it time we lived up to it?

© 2019 Timothy Moody

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