My Racist Encounter at the White House Correspondents' Dinner

[kwc57]

They probably do, but it's not too likely they happen at the door of a White House press dinner, by the ticket collectors. This woman actually says the guy told her they are 'watching' her kind. Her story is fishy. If she were really dealing with something like this and in the right, and half way intelligent, she would ask to speak to someone in charge. Which she didn't. Something's not right about this story.

This may not be a great example of what one might call casual racism, but that does not stop me from believing that events like this happen every day - in supermarkets, bars, airports and restaurants.

Much of it is not mal-intentioned or deliberate - it is just a subtle use of one set of rules for people who appear white, and another for those who appear black, Muslim or something else.

I don't think Poet is a racist.

Thank you. Clearly, I am not. I'm accused of being one, simply because I point out the racism and bigotry of the white racist forum members here, who happen be, by and large, conservatives/Republicans, or Libertarians, and who rail at a black gay liberal Democrat calling them out. They go on to deny the existence or the construct of "white privilege", which clearly has existed since the inception of this nation, in which whites are believed to never be wrong, questionable or made to act like the rest of us. They are not used to an intelligent black, using college-level English, logic and reason to combat their hate. And so they comment "negatively" on my posts and threads, start threads about me, inflame, and troll. And go so far as to "mention" my name to get my attention, when they have been put on ignore due to their racism, bigotry or stupidity.

Did Poot see this back in the day and believe it to be serious journalism? I report, you decide.

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[poet]

 

[Ernie S.]

They probably do, but it's not too likely they happen at the door of a White House press dinner, by the ticket collectors. This woman actually says the guy told her they are 'watching' her kind. Her story is fishy. If she were really dealing with something like this and in the right, and half way intelligent, she would ask to speak to someone in charge. Which she didn't. Something's not right about this story.

This may not be a great example of what one might call casual racism, but that does not stop me from believing that events like this happen every day - in supermarkets, bars, airports and restaurants.

Much of it is not mal-intentioned or deliberate - it is just a subtle use of one set of rules for people who appear white, and another for those who appear black, Muslim or something else.

I don't think Poet is a racist.

Where do you think this is happening? In America? A place you have probably spent limited time. Or in Europe? Possibly Finland? These things happen, yes. In Europe as well as America. I saw open and overt bigotry in Austria on a regular basis. I saw it when I lived in Germany. In both cases towards blacks, Muslims, and the Turkish. It happens. It is just this particular story he is presenting is suspect. And yes, based on my experience with black Americans, who, as I noted earlier, are some of my family members and include some very close, long term friends and relationships, Poet is a racist. He isn't helping his people with his attitude. He is casting nearly as bad of a negative light on black Americans as Islamic terrorists are on Islam. I've had close relationships with American blacks all of my adult life; Poet is someone I would not associate with any more than I would associate with a white racist. Basically, he's a shit stirrer.

Are you trying for a spot on the "list"?

 

[Ernie S.]

Where do you think this is happening? In America? A place you have probably spent limited time. Or in Europe? Possibly Finland? These things happen, yes. In Europe as well as America. I saw open and overt bigotry in Austria on a regular basis. I saw it when I lived in Germany. In both cases towards blacks, Muslims, and the Turkish. It happens. It is just this particular story he is presenting is suspect. And yes, based on my experience with black Americans, who, as I noted earlier, are some of my family members and include some very close, long term friends and relationships, Poet is a racist. He isn't helping his people with his attitude. He is casting nearly as bad of a negative light on black Americans as Islamic terrorists are on Islam. I've had close relationships with American blacks all of my adult life; Poet is someone I would not associate with any more than I would associate with a white racist. Basically, he's a shit stirrer.

Tell that to all of my white friends and family. Politely, "fuck you". I am no racist. My attitude is based on what I have received. I don't start shit. I finish it. And I notice you have no information on your profile. Hiding something, are we? Bitch, I have white family members, and numerous friends and colleagues. I've been in white bands, and I belong to a white reading group. What racist associates with the objects of his or her hate? I'll tell you...not a one. And you're casting a fucking negative light on lesbians and women who abuse their children. See how that works. It's not fun to be accused of something that isn't you, is it? And bitch, you're certainly no fucking picnic, yourself. Who would associate with you? I'd sooner call a pile of poop a friend.

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LOL Well, you've proved my point haven't you?

You've got major issues.

I think I made up for that ZERO hit to your rep.

 

[squeeze berry]

Poet -

I was actually agreeing with you!

I think racist incidents (like the one described) happen every day.

They probably do, but it's not too likely they happen at the door of a White House press dinner, by the ticket collectors. This woman actually says the guy told her they are 'watching' her kind. Her story is fishy. If she were really dealing with something like this and in the right, and half way intelligent, she would ask to speak to someone in charge. Which she didn't. Something's not right about this story.

This may not be a great example of what one might call casual racism, but that does not stop me from believing that events like this happen every day - in supermarkets, bars, airports and restaurants.

Much of it is not mal-intentioned or deliberate - it is just a subtle use of one set of rules for people who appear white, and another for those who appear black, Muslim or something else.

I don't think Poet is a racist.

and of course it would never happen the other way around, correct?

 

[Toddsterpatriot]

Seema Jilani: My Racist Encounter at the White House Correspondents' Dinner

".....Then something remarkable happened. I watched as they let countless other women through -- all Caucasian -- without even asking to see their tickets. I asked why they were allowing them to go freely when they had just told me that I needed a ticket. Their response? "Well, now we are checking tickets." He rolled his eyes and let another woman through, this time actually checking her ticket. His smug tone, enveloped in condescension, taunted, "See? That's what a ticket looks like."

When I asked "Why did you lie to me, sir?" they threatened to have the Secret Service throw me out of the building -- me, a 4'11" young woman who weighs 100 pounds soaking wet, who was all prettied up in elegant formal dress, who was simply trying to reach her husband. The only thing on me that could possibly inflict harm were my dainty silver stilettos, and they were too busy inflicting pain on my feet at the moment. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw the men ask a blonde woman for her ticket and she replied, "I lost it." The snickering tough-guy responded, "I'd be happy to personally escort you down the escalators ma'am."

Like a malignancy, it had crept in when I least expected it -- this repugnant, infectious bigotry we have become so accustomed to. "White privilege" was on display, palpable to passersby who consoled me. I've come to expect this repulsive racism in many aspects of my life, but when I find it entrenched in these smaller encounters is when salt is sprinkled deep into the wounds. In these crystallizing moments it is clear that while I might see myself as just another all-American gal who has great affection for this country, others see me as something less than human, more now than ever before.

When I asked why the security representatives offered to personally escort white women without tickets downstairs while they watched me flounder, why they threatened to call the Secret Service on me, I was told, "We have to be extra careful with you all after the Boston bombings."

I explained that I am a physician, that my husband is a noted journalist for a major American newspaper, and that our guest was an esteemed, Oscar-nominated director. They did not believe me. Never mind that the American flag flew proudly outside of our home for years, with my father taking it inside whenever it rained to protect it from damage. Never mind that I won "Most Patriotic" almost every July 4th growing up. Never mind that I have provided health care to some of America's most underprivileged, even when they have refused to shake my hand because of my ethnicity.

I looked at him, struggling to bury my tears beneath whatever shred of dignity that remained. They finally saturated my lashes and flood onto my face. Shaking with rage, I said, "We are all human beings and I only ask that you give me the same respect you give others. All I am asking is to be treating with a dignity and humanity. What you did is wrong." They stared straight ahead, arms crossed, and refused to even look at me. Up came the cruel, xenophobic, soundproof wall that I had seen in the eyes of so many after 9/11. Their eyes, flecked with disdain and hatred, looked through me."


And y'all think it's a "game". The pot is boiling, and one day it will overflow. - poet.

Like a malignancy, it had crept in when I least expected it -- this repugnant, infectious bigotry we have become so accustomed to.

Wow, sounds like a Democrat used dogs and a fire hose on her.

 

[squeeze berry]

Poet -

I was actually agreeing with you!

I think racist incidents (like the one described) happen every day.

They probably do, but it's not too likely they happen at the door of a White House press dinner, by the ticket collectors. This woman actually says the guy told her they are 'watching' her kind. Her story is fishy. If she were really dealing with something like this and in the right, and half way intelligent, she would ask to speak to someone in charge. Which she didn't. Something's not right about this story.

This may not be a great example of what one might call casual racism, but that does not stop me from believing that events like this happen every day - in supermarkets, bars, airports and restaurants.

Much of it is not mal-intentioned or deliberate - it is just a subtle use of one set of rules for people who appear white, and another for those who appear black, Muslim or something else.

I don't think Poet is a racist.

somehow you fancy yourself to be an expert on race relations in the US

exactly wtf are your qualifications?

 

[MaryL]

Last time I was on a public bus, I sat behind a black woman and her little boy. He kept peeking up from behind the seat, playing peek-a-boo, it was adorable. Up until he asked his mom, "Is that a HONKEY?" Hmm. Nobody is perfect, and life isn't fair. Deal with it.

 

[poet]

Seema Jilani: My Racist Encounter at the White House Correspondents' Dinner

".....Then something remarkable happened. I watched as they let countless other women through -- all Caucasian -- without even asking to see their tickets. I asked why they were allowing them to go freely when they had just told me that I needed a ticket. Their response? "Well, now we are checking tickets." He rolled his eyes and let another woman through, this time actually checking her ticket. His smug tone, enveloped in condescension, taunted, "See? That's what a ticket looks like."

When I asked "Why did you lie to me, sir?" they threatened to have the Secret Service throw me out of the building -- me, a 4'11" young woman who weighs 100 pounds soaking wet, who was all prettied up in elegant formal dress, who was simply trying to reach her husband. The only thing on me that could possibly inflict harm were my dainty silver stilettos, and they were too busy inflicting pain on my feet at the moment. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw the men ask a blonde woman for her ticket and she replied, "I lost it." The snickering tough-guy responded, "I'd be happy to personally escort you down the escalators ma'am."

Like a malignancy, it had crept in when I least expected it -- this repugnant, infectious bigotry we have become so accustomed to. "White privilege" was on display, palpable to passersby who consoled me. I've come to expect this repulsive racism in many aspects of my life, but when I find it entrenched in these smaller encounters is when salt is sprinkled deep into the wounds. In these crystallizing moments it is clear that while I might see myself as just another all-American gal who has great affection for this country, others see me as something less than human, more now than ever before.

When I asked why the security representatives offered to personally escort white women without tickets downstairs while they watched me flounder, why they threatened to call the Secret Service on me, I was told, "We have to be extra careful with you all after the Boston bombings."

I explained that I am a physician, that my husband is a noted journalist for a major American newspaper, and that our guest was an esteemed, Oscar-nominated director. They did not believe me. Never mind that the American flag flew proudly outside of our home for years, with my father taking it inside whenever it rained to protect it from damage. Never mind that I won "Most Patriotic" almost every July 4th growing up. Never mind that I have provided health care to some of America's most underprivileged, even when they have refused to shake my hand because of my ethnicity.

I looked at him, struggling to bury my tears beneath whatever shred of dignity that remained. They finally saturated my lashes and flood onto my face. Shaking with rage, I said, "We are all human beings and I only ask that you give me the same respect you give others. All I am asking is to be treating with a dignity and humanity. What you did is wrong." They stared straight ahead, arms crossed, and refused to even look at me. Up came the cruel, xenophobic, soundproof wall that I had seen in the eyes of so many after 9/11. Their eyes, flecked with disdain and hatred, looked through me."


And y'all think it's a "game". The pot is boiling, and one day it will overflow. - poet.

Like a malignancy, it had crept in when I least expected it -- this repugnant, infectious bigotry we have become so accustomed to.

Wow, sounds like a Democrat used dogs and a fire hose on her.

No, that would have been a Southern "Dixiecrat", that left the Democratic Party and is now a Republican, and a card-carrying member of the Ku Klux Klan.

 

[poet]

They probably do, but it's not too likely they happen at the door of a White House press dinner, by the ticket collectors. This woman actually says the guy told her they are 'watching' her kind. Her story is fishy. If she were really dealing with something like this and in the right, and half way intelligent, she would ask to speak to someone in charge. Which she didn't. Something's not right about this story.

This may not be a great example of what one might call casual racism, but that does not stop me from believing that events like this happen every day - in supermarkets, bars, airports and restaurants.

Much of it is not mal-intentioned or deliberate - it is just a subtle use of one set of rules for people who appear white, and another for those who appear black, Muslim or something else.

I don't think Poet is a racist.

somehow you fancy yourself to be an expert on race relations in the US

exactly wtf are your qualifications?

He doesn't have to be an expert on race relations to distinguish who is who and what is what. Notice the similarities of all of the posters who have designated me as a racist. They have something to defend....."white supremacy", which, in and of itself, is "a myth".

 

[MaryL]

Blacks are being treated unfairly. Yes, so true, and blacks respond by being equally racist. Are we going somewhere here? Because, that is pretty much the status quo here.

 

[Two Thumbs]

What a load of bullshit.

How fucking dumb do you have to be to think this actually occurred?

sorry my ******, she can't have been the only darky invited.

IQ fail

 

[poet]

What a load of bullshit.

How fucking dumb do you have to be to think this actually occurred?

sorry my ******, she can't have been the only darky invited.

IQ fail

XXXXXXX
How disgusting. Two thumbs, you are less that sewage sludge, you racist lowlife.

 

[Zoom-boing]

What a load of bullshit.

How fucking dumb do you have to be to think this actually occurred?

sorry my ******, she can't have been the only darky invited.

IQ fail

Wow. That was uncalled for.

 

[Ernie S.]

This message is hidden because the racist coward [MENTION=30343]poet[/MENTION] is on your ignore list.

 

[Ernie S.]

What a load of bullshit.

How fucking dumb do you have to be to think this actually occurred?

sorry my ******, she can't have been the only darky invited.

IQ fail

Wow. That was uncalled for.

Illustration of a double standard.

 

[theHawk]

Seema Jilani: My Racist Encounter at the White House Correspondents' Dinner

".....Then something remarkable happened. I watched as they let countless other women through -- all Caucasian -- without even asking to see their tickets. I asked why they were allowing them to go freely when they had just told me that I needed a ticket. Their response? "Well, now we are checking tickets." He rolled his eyes and let another woman through, this time actually checking her ticket. His smug tone, enveloped in condescension, taunted, "See? That's what a ticket looks like."

When I asked "Why did you lie to me, sir?" they threatened to have the Secret Service throw me out of the building -- me, a 4'11" young woman who weighs 100 pounds soaking wet, who was all prettied up in elegant formal dress, who was simply trying to reach her husband. The only thing on me that could possibly inflict harm were my dainty silver stilettos, and they were too busy inflicting pain on my feet at the moment. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw the men ask a blonde woman for her ticket and she replied, "I lost it." The snickering tough-guy responded, "I'd be happy to personally escort you down the escalators ma'am."

Like a malignancy, it had crept in when I least expected it -- this repugnant, infectious bigotry we have become so accustomed to. "White privilege" was on display, palpable to passersby who consoled me. I've come to expect this repulsive racism in many aspects of my life, but when I find it entrenched in these smaller encounters is when salt is sprinkled deep into the wounds. In these crystallizing moments it is clear that while I might see myself as just another all-American gal who has great affection for this country, others see me as something less than human, more now than ever before.

When I asked why the security representatives offered to personally escort white women without tickets downstairs while they watched me flounder, why they threatened to call the Secret Service on me, I was told, "We have to be extra careful with you all after the Boston bombings."

I explained that I am a physician, that my husband is a noted journalist for a major American newspaper, and that our guest was an esteemed, Oscar-nominated director. They did not believe me. Never mind that the American flag flew proudly outside of our home for years, with my father taking it inside whenever it rained to protect it from damage. Never mind that I won "Most Patriotic" almost every July 4th growing up. Never mind that I have provided health care to some of America's most underprivileged, even when they have refused to shake my hand because of my ethnicity.

I looked at him, struggling to bury my tears beneath whatever shred of dignity that remained. They finally saturated my lashes and flood onto my face. Shaking with rage, I said, "We are all human beings and I only ask that you give me the same respect you give others. All I am asking is to be treating with a dignity and humanity. What you did is wrong." They stared straight ahead, arms crossed, and refused to even look at me. Up came the cruel, xenophobic, soundproof wall that I had seen in the eyes of so many after 9/11. Their eyes, flecked with disdain and hatred, looked through me."


And y'all think it's a "game". The pot is boiling, and one day it will overflow. - poet.

What is the point of this story?

Are we supposed to be outraged that WH security actually checked someone for a ticket?

The dumb bitch didn't have her ticket. She has nothing to complain about.

Even *if* they racially profiled her, there is nothing wrong with it. I haven't heard of too many hot blondes blowing themselves up, but it has happened with Muslim females. If she really believes this country is too xenophobic for her, she is welcome to move to any number of Islamic shithole countries in the Middle East. But of course she won't, because she is a lying Islamist who would rather 'transform' America into an Islamic state.

So, carry on with your phoney outrage.

 

[poet]

Seema Jilani: My Racist Encounter at the White House Correspondents' Dinner

".....Then something remarkable happened. I watched as they let countless other women through -- all Caucasian -- without even asking to see their tickets. I asked why they were allowing them to go freely when they had just told me that I needed a ticket. Their response? "Well, now we are checking tickets." He rolled his eyes and let another woman through, this time actually checking her ticket. His smug tone, enveloped in condescension, taunted, "See? That's what a ticket looks like."

When I asked "Why did you lie to me, sir?" they threatened to have the Secret Service throw me out of the building -- me, a 4'11" young woman who weighs 100 pounds soaking wet, who was all prettied up in elegant formal dress, who was simply trying to reach her husband. The only thing on me that could possibly inflict harm were my dainty silver stilettos, and they were too busy inflicting pain on my feet at the moment. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw the men ask a blonde woman for her ticket and she replied, "I lost it." The snickering tough-guy responded, "I'd be happy to personally escort you down the escalators ma'am."

Like a malignancy, it had crept in when I least expected it -- this repugnant, infectious bigotry we have become so accustomed to. "White privilege" was on display, palpable to passersby who consoled me. I've come to expect this repulsive racism in many aspects of my life, but when I find it entrenched in these smaller encounters is when salt is sprinkled deep into the wounds. In these crystallizing moments it is clear that while I might see myself as just another all-American gal who has great affection for this country, others see me as something less than human, more now than ever before.

When I asked why the security representatives offered to personally escort white women without tickets downstairs while they watched me flounder, why they threatened to call the Secret Service on me, I was told, "We have to be extra careful with you all after the Boston bombings."

I explained that I am a physician, that my husband is a noted journalist for a major American newspaper, and that our guest was an esteemed, Oscar-nominated director. They did not believe me. Never mind that the American flag flew proudly outside of our home for years, with my father taking it inside whenever it rained to protect it from damage. Never mind that I won "Most Patriotic" almost every July 4th growing up. Never mind that I have provided health care to some of America's most underprivileged, even when they have refused to shake my hand because of my ethnicity.

I looked at him, struggling to bury my tears beneath whatever shred of dignity that remained. They finally saturated my lashes and flood onto my face. Shaking with rage, I said, "We are all human beings and I only ask that you give me the same respect you give others. All I am asking is to be treating with a dignity and humanity. What you did is wrong." They stared straight ahead, arms crossed, and refused to even look at me. Up came the cruel, xenophobic, soundproof wall that I had seen in the eyes of so many after 9/11. Their eyes, flecked with disdain and hatred, looked through me."


And y'all think it's a "game". The pot is boiling, and one day it will overflow. - poet.

What is the point of this story?

Are we supposed to be outraged that WH security actually checked someone for a ticket?

The dumb bitch didn't have her ticket. She has nothing to complain about.

Even *if* they racially profiled her, there is nothing wrong with it. I haven't heard of too many hot blondes blowing themselves up, but it has happened with Muslim females. If she really believes this country is too xenophobic for her, she is welcome to move to any number of Islamic shithole countries in the Middle East. But of course she won't, because she is a lying Islamist who would rather 'transform' America into an Islamic state.

So, carry on with your phoney outrage.

Bigotry much??? What is the possibility of America being transformed into an Islamic state? Your hyperbole borders on lunacy.

 

[Zoom-boing]

What a load of bullshit.

How fucking dumb do you have to be to think this actually occurred?

sorry my ******, she can't have been the only darky invited.

IQ fail

Wow. That was uncalled for.

Illustration of a double standard.

No one should stoop to his level.

 

[poet]