The Verdict’s In – I’m a Racist

Let me see if I have the s right. If I believe in law &Order and supporting the police, I’m a racist. If I believe in the God given rights to Free Speech, Freedom to Assemble (like go to church),I’m a racist  If I think Freedom to pursue Life, Liberty, and happiness, is a pretty good idea, I’m a racist. If I am white, then I’m a White Supremacist and therefore I’m a racist. If I believe the government can’t make me wear a mask, I’m a racist. If I’m a Republican I am automatically a racist. If I think that I have the right to protect myself and my family with a firearm if necessary, I’m a racist. If I dare question the outcome of the 2020 presidential election I’m a racist. If I object to my children being taught that skin color is all that matters, I’m a racist. If I believe that true American History should be taught in schools and universities instead of Critical Race Theory, I’m a racist. If I don’t apologize for  America being a racist nation, I’m a racist. If I don’t admit that I’m a racist, I’m a racist.

Where, in the name of God, did all this bullshit come from? Yes we had slaves in this country 200 years ago. But it was not only white plantation owners who had slaves. There  were black plantation owners who had 10,000 black slaves. (Look it up.) And  there were slaves in the North as well as the South. And, yes, we had a Civil War in which ha half million Americans died. Were there good people with good intentions on both sides in that conflict? Yes there were. Was slavery the only reason for hat war? No, there were a number of reasons.

There is the story, probably true, that a “Tarheel” ( a Confederate soldier from North Carolina which, not coincidentally had very few plantations) who was captured by the Union Army. They asked him, “Why are you fighting us?” and he replied, “Because YOU are here.” It was simply a matter of survival to that soldier. You invade my state and try kill me, I will try to kill you.

The America I grew up in, is fighting for its life. There are socialists, funded by outside sources, who want to enslave us with Communism. This is not fantasy, or pipe-dreaming, this is real. Very real. And every American who has taken Freedom for granted, should be scared shitless. Unless we elect true Patriots at every level of politics from the School Board to the US Senate, your children and grandchildren will know real slavery. Communism doesn’t fuck around. You follow the government rules, or you are dead. We were on the road to Making America Great Again, and that opportunity was stolen from us. It’s time for Patriots to take to the streets. The BLM communists and the Antifa cut throats don’t own the streets. It’s going to take real force to take back our nation. Get out in the streets. I’ll join you.

About johnbeckmanbooks

John Beckman, a retired meteorologist, was known as “Johnny the Weatherman” in a career that spanned forty years. He forecasted the weather on WSJS-TV in Winston-Salem, NC, at WFGA-TV in Jacksonville, FL, and for thirty-three years in Atlanta at WSB-TV and WXIA-TV. Also a well published author Beckman now devotes full time to writing fiction. He currently has several eBooks on Amazon.com, "Tropical Knights," first in a series of adventure/mysteries about a sailor and his lovely CIA cohort on a mission to save America. Now available the sequel, and second in the series: "Tropical Daze." The third Jack & Amy adventure is "Tropical Rage" which became available on 30 April 2014. All of his books are highlighted on http://johnbeckmanbooks.com and available from Amazon.com. . .
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