Oneta 84

This is a post from July ’19.

I’m back with a bang.  A new discovery – so I’ve finally decided to
“come out of the closet” and face it head on.


  1.  I’m white.  No other color can be a racist; all whites are racist – born that way, so suffer the consequences.

  2. I don’t give a flip what color you are.  You get no bonus points from me.

  3. I treat you all the same if I like you; I treat you all the same if I don’t like you.  Well Jesus sometimes makes me be nicer here.  😀

  4. I totally forget that it is very important what race you are and I’m not even saying I’m sorry.

  5. I taught students and forgot there was a need to think about race except when I had to turn in stats – you know, go down the class roll to see how many whites, how many blacks, how many Mexicans, how many Indians.  We weren’t asked about Asians.  I still don’t hear much about them as victims.  I don’t know but they must have been in a more stable neighborhood.

  6. I taught the same thing to all.  Don’t remember ever adding or subtracting points based on race, knowing me, I bet I didn’t.  (Did you just say, “Knowing you, I bet you didn’t.”)  😀

That is the one thing that got me in trouble!  I had a black student teacher who. I found out, was not that unconscious of race!  I had a class of approximately 30% white, 30% black, 20% brown, and 20% red (since I am now thinking colors).  Unbeknowst to me, she reported me to headquarters charging me with racism.  Best I could figure was that when I talked to her about the squalid home environment, the parental lack of care, the lack of basic necessities in that neighborhood, she was thinking racism.  I meant nothing of the kind.

I do know for sure everybody was poor, everybody was some race, and almost none had biological fathers and mothers with whom they lived.  A first/second grade class I remember had 22 members – three of whom lived with mother and father.  Within the three were a set of twins.  Nineteen out of twenty-two lived with one parent (a mother) or they lived with a relative, generally a grandmother!  That, dear citizen of America, is why I thought they were disadvantaged not because of their race!

Fortunately I had a good record before she arrived or I could have been facing what President Trump is now facing.   In my way of thinking, he also doesn’t care a hoot about what color any American citizen is!   But he will help you get out of that squalid neighborhood if possible!

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. floridaborne says:

    I am in agreement: The whole thing is so out of whack that common sense and rational thinking have no chance against a reimagined view of victimhood. As I tell people often; I don’t care if you’re green with purple stripes, if you make a mistake own up to it and if people treat you as they would treat everyone else then it’s not discrimination.

    I was reading Thomas Sowell’s life story. He started out as a Marxist, but after doing research he said basically the same thing you said. He was born into a very poor family, raised by a female family member, and had to work hard to get to the point where he could write books and become an economics professor. His life story is well worth reading.

  2. Amen! Well done, Oneta.

  3. Faye says:

    Well expressed. Well Done ! Thank you for the reblogging.

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