Tuesday, 24 May 2005


One of those innumerable internet FWDs that keep landing in our inbox ascribes this to Andy Rooney - why him all the time? - on 60 Minutes.
I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America; and see what happens... Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.
I am sick of "Political Correctness." I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else.
Whatcha think, people?

On the second question, we tend to say we're Anglo-Indian when we're asked, because usually, the people who ask know we're Indian, and are trying to slot us, and we frankly don't know what slot we can claim, with all the mixed blood flowing through our veins.

On the minority thing, we belong to one of the smallest in this country ("Huh? Mangaloreindian? Mangalorean? Oh, Anglo-Indian. Which one of your parents is British?" / "Oh, you don't look Angrez.") and have never really felt the need to seek out my whatchamacallit - community? - for companionship. Another aside. Of all the Significant Others in our life, only one-and-a-half were AI. The half refers to one that didn;t last very long. :) So this blog wonders why human nature seems to make people band together in some way when we feel we're in a minority. To our mind, that only serves to make the divide wider. And falls into the same things-we-don't-grok file as the bit about people who travel but want exactly the same food and ambience as they get at home.

Now where were we?


This a meandering, half-hearted rant. It isn't even getting our own blood pressure up. It's this heat. Saps the cerebrum. Or perhaps we should leave this kinda thing to Annie. She does it so much better.

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