This morning, the Boston Herald has the story of two worthless bags of shit. Eric Snow and James Winquist are two 20-something white supremacists from Massachusetts who are charged with beating two homeless men to death, even severing one of the men’s hand to keep as a trophy.
I’m white, like them. Hell, I’m very white — my ancestry is (as far as I know) purely Northern European, with roots in England, France, and the Scandinavian nations. I’m also quite pale — I don’t tan well.
And it outrages me no end when scum like these commit their atrocities in MY name.
I don’t talk much about my ancestry, ethnicity, sex, or other matters. That’s because, by and large, I don’t care about them — either my own or others. I’ve always believed in Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream where people are judged not on the color of their skin, but the content of their character.
Another old saw comes to mind: “God gives us our relatives. Thank God we can choose our friends.”
The uniting principle of the two, the core of my beliefs, is that we should be judged not on the factors we can not control, but those that we can. It is our choices, our actions, our words, our deeds, that should form the basis of our reputations, not accidents of birth such as skin color or sexual orientation or plumbing.
To these two vermin, the most important thing about them is their skin color. (Which makes it so odd that they choose to cover up that skin with tattoos, but I see that of just how dumb they are.)
Which makes an old term I heard years ago even more appropriate in their case:
“What a waste of skin.”
