In Part I (one), I stated that for the most part of the twentieth century, it was divergent political ideologies who used PC for the purpose of…
“… By controlling/changing the language (that which is used to describe) you can change the way that people think.” (control of the people period, is the implied intention)
… for the purpose of…
“… providing for “correct” positions on many matters of politics.”
This has since the late 1980’s through 1990’s, and still ongoing today, has trans morphed into individuals, and or small groups of people, (special interest groups and the government) using PC as a tool, or two edged sword so to speak, to change/control/force the majority to bend to their will in alignment with agendas not of the peoples choosing.
These few have used language to describe, and as well to create through lobbying, and litigation some “supposed protected classes” of people along the lines of ,…” gender, race, religion, ethnicity, sexual orientation, age and disability.” because of a perception that these groups need extra special dispensation or protection from having their feelings hurt beyond what the
Constitution already guarantees against.
The thing to remember here though some will argue, (mostly shyster lawyers, and politicians) is that in no place does the Constitution guarantee against you getting your feelings hurt, or that you should get reparations for it if you do. The Constitution is also not a tool to be used as a weapon, against all other beliefs
accept your own.
I find this PC agenda, divisive, dis-ingenuous, and very unnecessary because…
I have personally never been, and never will really be Politically Correct, albeit I do every day self impose filters (some days it’s way harder to do so than others) on the exercising of my first amendment right of freedom of speech.
I have found also as I have gotten older, that you need to really pick your battles carefully, and that life is just plain simpler if you do not incite and create a furor with everything you say and do.
What makes it easier, and even possible at all, is remembering lessons from my maternal Grandmother who helped raise me (a true force of nature) from whom one lesson sticks out in my mind in particular,… “There just ain’t no excuse for bad manners…”
Well I spoke of a story, and another perspective,… so here goes.
In the late 80’s and early 90’s, when back in school (I am on that 30-40 year learning plan) I happened to meet and soon befriend a young man, who in the telling of his story, explained that he had immigrated to the U.S. (legally by the way) due to a bloody coup, and the heroics of his mother. This coup had claimed the life of his father (a higher-ranking banking official) and literally thousands of
his fellow citizens, in a campaign of ethnic cleansing.
His escape from these horrors was facilitated, as I said, by the courageous efforts of his little 5′ nothing, Mother of 12, and her tireless perseverance in doing anything and everything necessary to protect her babies.
He spoke of it only once late one night over an empty beer pitcher at a local college pub, of how she, himself, and his siblings literally lay in a ditch together for a couple of days, feigning death, hiding in plain sight of the soldiers, with the rotting corpses of his friends and neighbors so as to escape.
They all eventually made it to relative safety, and to make a long story short, Mrs. S. was able to arrange for sponsorship, and transportation, to eventually make their way to the US.
Once in the US, she kept them all together, and raised them as a family, through much hardship, but in the end each of “Kibru’s” siblings and himself graduated from top tier universities at the top of their classes, and have gone on to become proud citizens of the US. They also have all become tops in their respective fields of neurosurgery, law, and business management for some of the most respected hospitals, clinics, and firms in America.
However, I digress… Kibru, and I, along with a couple of others shared a house during the time he was going through the end of the seven year prescribed legal immigration process, where we helped him study for his test, (I don’t think many of us would have had an easy time with that test,… WOW! It was tough!) Moreover, we were honored to stand and witness the administering of his oath of citizenship.
Now for the perspective…
Kibru, after taking the oath, and a accepting a congratulationary hand shake from the official at the ceremony welcoming him as an new “African American”, (PC,… and,… what he was technically yet,…) was highly quizzical.
Kibru has ever since questioned the correctness of those PC phrases like “Mexican American”, “Asian American”, “Italian American”, and yes “African American too, used so often by individuals born and raised right here in America.
He puzzles that they were not born in Mexico, and Asian country, Italy, or Africa, yet claiming those countries heritage above and before, that of being American, which in his mind is the greatest possible thing anyone can ever aspire to belong to… a citizen of the US.
Kibru, is one of the few Americans, that I know who can truly claim to be African American, yet he doesn’t choose to put on those airs, that most of his ethnic group, and the PC movement are prone to do.
As Kibru asserts in a description of himself… he is first and foremost… an American, who just happens to be an extremely talented and very good looking Black Feller, who works as a tenured video production engineer and director… and oh yeah he just happened to be born in Ethiopia, on the continent of Africa.
I encourage all with Kibru’s refreshing perspective, with using good manners, and not being divisive with PC terminology and agenda run amuck, but rather celebrating our diversity as a nation,(since we are called a melting pot) by joining together with one accord, to fix these problems we Americans face today.