November 21, 2013

The Post Wherein I Confess That I Am, After All, A Racist

For you see, recently I've gotten into the long lost habit of having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. Usually on Sundays, because I'm more interested in the Packers game than eating.

Little did I know, this rebirth of an old standby lunch would make me a cross burning oppressor of minorities.

“What about Somali or Hispanic students, who might not eat sandwiches?” Gutierrez asked. “Another way would be to say: ‘Americans eat peanut butter and jelly, do you have anything like that?’ Let them tell you. Maybe they eat torta. Or pita.”

…The Tribune noted that the school started the new year with “intensive staff trainings, frequent staff meetings, classroom observations and other initiatives,” to help educators understand their own “white privilege,” in order to “change their teaching practices to boost minority students’ performance.”"Last Wednesday, the first day of the school year for staff, for example, the first item of business for teachers at Scott School was to have a Courageous Conversation — to examine a news article and discuss the ‘white privilege’ it conveys,” the Tribune added.

Last time I checked, we racist sewer dwellers ate tortas. And pitas. And tortillas and pretty much many other different types of foods from all of the races that have come to this country from all over the globe.

So chow down on that quesadilla. Nom on that gyro. Gorge on the fried rice. Hell, chomp on that fried grasshopper while you're at it.

But don't eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you racist bastard.

By Vinnie at 06:57 PM | Comments |