I don't care.

Here's the real deal:

I'm white. Very white. White for generations. Probably for centuries and maybe even millenia. My DNA is, like, 94% White European. I have been led to believe that being that much of any one thing is a little unusual in this day and age. So, cool. I'm officially, inextricably, undeniably, unarguably, White.

Why am I making such a big deal of this? Because I want to establish my bona fides of Whitedom. Of White-ness.

Because I want to talk about Blacks and "racism".

Note the scare-quotes. I'm not talking about the real thing. There's precious little of that from Whitey today. I'm talking about the crap that black race-baiters call "racism" today. Which is entirely bullshit.

This won't take long...my central argument that Whites are not racist can really be stated in a single idea:

WE DON'T CARE!

Black people—particularly you annoying, self-important, inflated ego, narcissist race-baiters and affirmative action cry-babies, it is to you that  I speak:

We really don't give a shit about you... in terms of a group of strangers lumped together by skin color.

I really don't care about what you do, if you succeed or fail, win or lose, suffer or experience joy. I don't think about you. I don't have feelings for or against you. As a group, as a race you don't exist on my personal radar. I'm not interested in your race. I'm not interested in your skin color.  The subject bores me.

I don't care.

I don't hate you. I don't feel sorry for you. I don't like or dislike you.

I don't care.

I don't think about you. Ever. You are not important enough to me to spend any time thinking about.

I don't care.

I don't hate you.

I don't care about you.

In order to hate you, I would have to care a lot. Hate takes a lot of energy, and a lot of focus, and a lot of attention and a lot of obsession. And I just ain't got that for you, black folks. I just don't care enough.

I don't wish evil for you.

I just don't care.

I am not racist because I don't care enough about you to hate you, or despise you, or discriminate against you, or wish you ill.

I don't care.

I don't think you are inferior, or stupid, or lazy.

I don't think of you at all.

When you accuse me of being racist, you are only being laughingly, naively, embarrassingly, self-delusional; you are demonstrating an unhealthy, psychotically raging ego. You are imagining that you are so important to me that I would bother obsessing about you, bother hating you.

But you are wrong. I don't even notice you, particularly. You are as insignificant to me and my life as any other stranger. I don't care.

You are not important enough to me to hate.

Get the fuck over yourselves.

The Gunslinger