Funny how policies of multiculturalism only exist in places where the indigenous and other (usually) dark populations have been enslaved and genocided. It’s like “Whoa dude, now that we’ve killed off most of you, let’s open up our society to enjoy the stuff the remaining few of you have left. You know, stuff that doesn’t necessarily make us think or feel guilty, like your food and music. Let’s party!”

I abhor multiculturalism because in my view it merely encourages the acceptance of certain aspects of (non-White) cultures, as long as these aspects don’t intrude upon the aesthetic comfort zone of White Americans too much. Reading about this White Australia policy last night really got my “racedar” twerkin and got me thinking about all this. There’s a place…right on top of my heart. It starts pulsing, like in a seething way, when I think about all the bad things Whites have done to people of color all over the world. Sometimes I feel like I don’t know what I’m going to do with all this anger.

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