Disrespect? Yes. Hatred, no. Bigotry, maybe. Julianne undoubtedly is sincere, but hatred is likely overstatement. I grew up a minority of one in my school, being able to pass either way, but having learned to pass one way after a bad experience early in public elementary school while Dad was in the Army, being the target of the teasing ignorami after a show and tell with some feathers and shells Dad had sent me. That wasn't 'hate', though, only ignorance. When he got home I was immediately in another school, Quaker, where any form of harassment was severely disciplined. When kids were playing Indian they were aping what they saw in the Saturday matinee movies, and they didn't know any better. But there was no hate. The Church was instrumental in making sure there was no harassment in classes there. In the early days in New England, there were two brands of Christianity: Catholic and Puritan. Puritan centered in Massachusetts, Catholic in Quebec and northern New England. The Catholic was French in origin, the Puritan was outcast English in origin. The Wars between England and France were expressed by their counterparts here. The approach of the Catholics in the north was cooptive, even manipulative, to give us a 'better understanding' of our deity Kautontowit as being our early, incomplete expression of God. So we had been 'right', but incomplete. The approach of the Puritans in the south was preemptive, we were savages who were worshipping Satan and deserved nothing but death. It is easy to see why we preferred the French! Aping is parody, and sometimes so understood and therefore evil, and sometimes not understood and ignorance. Now that we've moved on from Puritan days, mostly, its rarely hatred. My mother and her family did not hate me. My Dad, nadadan, is who I look like any more. He and his family love(d) me.
Monday, February 25, 2013 - 10:54