In case y’all were wondering, Dominican Republic is still there; it hasn’t been swallowed by the ocean yet. However, we have been experiencing some Weather Change. Heavier rains than normal… and it seeps into the condo I’m living in. No swimming at the beach today 🙁
One of my new friends here is a Jewish woman of dubious political affiliation. She’s “conservative-friendly,” but afflicted with white-savior syndrome.
She’s in the habit of collecting stuffed toys and candy, and then distributing them among the poor children not far from where she lives. She invited me to join her. Since I was in an adventurous mood, I acquiesced.
Though I like kids, I like candy, and I like giving candy to kids when appropriate, the whole affair left me feeling defiled, as if I’d participated in an abomination.
Some of the “kids” were more like teenagers, and some of them tried to take more than their share. I tried to explain to them what a garbage bag is, and how to use it – but to no avail; the wrappers ended up on the street. These kids have an abundance of tropical fruit they can pick up for free; they don’t need candy. Their poverty is as much a result of ignorance and a degenerate culture as circumstances. Low IQ surely comes into play, but that falls under the “circumstances” category, as there’s little that can be done about it.
I found the spectacle of two aging Jews giving stuffed toys and candy to hovel-dwelling black kids to be obscene. The kids (and their parents) learn dependency upon the white man, the candy hurts their health, they’re discouraged from making their OWN toys, and there’s that much more litter on the streets. The only person who benefited was my Jewish friend, who no doubt feels good about herself because of it; it’s a form of charity-masturbation, with the kids as tools to this end. Any thoughts I might have originally had, that this would be a positive thing, were dispelled. I suppose, I DID benefit from this – in the form of reinforcing my racial education. It’s good to be reminded of these things once in a while.
I haven’t told my friend what I think of her project, but if she asks me to join her again, I surely will tell her. I’ve already told her that it would be more productive to give out condoms than candy.