Be it known from personal observation that dark colored horses don't like gray or white horses either.
"You've Got to Be Taught" You've got to be taught to hate and fear, You've got to be taught from year to year, It's got to be drummed in your dear little ear, You've got to be carefully taught! You've got to be taught to be afraid Of people whose eyes are oddly made And people whose skin is a different shade You've got to be carefully taught! You've got to be taught before its too late, Before you are six or seven or eight, To hate all the people your relatives hate, You've got to be carefully taught... You've got to be carefully taught! Hal (From the 1949 Musical "South Pacific")
If you disagree, then you shoudn't be sorry for it, Lon! You should be proud of your convictions, even if you're wrong! Hal
Bangladeshi......... perhaps someone on your family tree had a bit of fun while traveling on vacation.
Whenever I'm in my "mother's land", as long as I remain silent, people accept me as one of their own. As soon as I speak they tend to freak out, it's then I'm considered a foreigner. You can see it in their eyes, feel that familiarity drift away -- replaced by discomfort, a little distrust and sometimes outright contempt. It's a real shame because once upon a time the Philippines was a real melting pot of nationalities. The historical records show that Phoenicians sailed our waters for trade. The Moors and the Chinese too. Some believe that this was once the land called Ophir. It breaks my heart whenever one of my people speaks distrustingly of a black person or put on airs as if Filipinos were above another person's station. That's when I really give them a piece of my mind and boy do they scatter! Those must have been better days long before colonization. When peace prevailed and respect was awarded as the manner of that time.
As I think back on how our mares had bonded in the past, it occurs to me that there never was a delineation between colors or breed. It seems more of a hierarchical decision whenever given the freedom to pair up on their own. Within the herd the social situations just seems like more of the same.
When I was in the Navy, our second stop on a Westpac Cruise to Nam was in Subic Bay, Philippines. It wasn't the greatest looking Naval Station I'd ever been to, but was ok. Don't know why, but while docked (pier) there, we had two armed sentries (sailors with M-1 rifles) that roamed the outside deck of the ship at night. That was the only stop where I seen that. There was also a part of Olongapo City where America sailors weren't allow to go and both MP's and Shore Patrol were stationed to make sure of that. Now, while at Subic Bay N.S., I did go on a tour to Pagsanjan Falls, which was absolutely beautiful. When we had a house in Colorado before, our neighbor was a Filipino lady, who was married to a former Marine Sargent/Drill Instructor. They were both very nice neighbors and boy could she cook a terrific dish of rice and shrimp. They invited us to their one daughter's high school graduation party and we went to their house once for dinner.
You didn't miss much. In 1958 Olongapo City was a two mile dirt road strip of Bars, B-girls and houses of prostitution.
You say what's in the soul is more important than the outside covering? NOT ME! I'll take the outside covering any day! (If it covers a decent inside...) Hal
There is only the human race and of course it is comprised of various skin tones. If one just takes the time to consider the character of an individual then indeed, many problems would disappear. Good and bad abound in all humans, and we know that. I agree that what is in the soul is what is far more important than the outer rind. It is shallow of anyone to simply dislike another due to the tinge of their skin.
The only reason race is even talked about is to divide us so we fight each other. The old saying divide and concur.