My Mama didn’t raise me this way, and I know my Dad must be very disappointed in me, but it turns out I’m a racist. I cannot tell you how disappointed I was in myself when I got the news yesterday. I honestly never knew.
This apparently stems from yesterday’s blog, when I mentioned a certain group known for dressing in bedsheets and doing bad things and how they got their comeuppance when they decided to bring their special brand of hate to Sturgis, South Dakota back in the early 1920s.
As I do with every blog post, I put a link to it on Facebook, never knowing that would cause me problems. But somebody reported it as me promoting a hate group, and the post was removed, and I was warned that if I were to post any other “messages of hate or in support of hate groups,” I might be banned altogether.
Obviously, nobody in Facebookland ever bothered to actually look at the blog post, in which I referred to them as cowards and described how they liked to bully the weak, but quickly backed down when met with people who were not afraid of them and stood their ground.
And let’s not forget this was the story of an actual event in our history that anyone could Google and read all about.
In addition to being in trouble on Facebook, I also received an email from a blog reader telling me I was a racist because I referred to the “Colored” soldiers of the 25th Infantry Regiment stationed at Fort Meade and singled them out by referring to them several times as Black soldiers. Again, a simple Google search will show that it was officially called the 25th United States Colored Infantry Regiment, which served with distinction both during the Civil War and in the Indian Wars that followed. The woman who wrote to me to complain that the politically correct term is African-American. Maybe that’s true today, but I was writing from a historical perspective. She also objected to the term Indian, saying they were Native Americans. Not back then, they weren’t. In fact, history tells us that they were not all that fond of what we call Americans back in the day, and with good reason.
Now, I have never strived to be politically correct, but I had no idea that writing about history would put me on the wrong side of the PC crowd and make me a racist. But there it is. It’s not easy being a dinosaur in the modern world.
It’s Thursday, so it’s time for a new Free Drawing. This week’s prize is an audiobook of Dog’s Run, my mystery set in a small Ohio town in 1951. I have 29 mystery novels out, as well as 10 nonfiction books, and I have to say that Dog’s Run is my favorite. It’s a gritty tale that is loosely based upon an actual crime that took place in that part of the country when my father was a young police officer there, and I warn you in advance that there’s some rough language, but it’s appropriate to the time and place. To enter, all you have to do is click on this Free Drawing link or the tab at the top of this page and enter your name (first and last) in the comments section at the bottom of that page (not this one). Only one entry per person per drawing please, and you must enter with your real name. To prevent spam or multiple entries, the names of cartoon or movie characters are not allowed. The winner will be drawn Sunday evening.
Thought For The Day – I am somewhere between the young and the restless and the old and the senseless.