White Word Crimes: I found this on dictionary.com, one of my favorite websites. Since I consider myself a “creative writer,” where I type as fast as I can to keep up with my thoughts, I realize there are probably errors.
Here’s one of my favorite entertainers “Weird Al,” for sometimes we need to have something light to get a point a cross.
Autobiographically speaking, my Viet Vet was lacking in education through no fault of his own. After his mother’s death when he was about 10, he was transferred to his three different aunts to live with. Because of being kicked around from school to school where there was no consistency, he didn’t grasp as well. It was all within the same state. He was failing much of the time in high school but managed to graduate. I too was failing when I began Chicago Vocational a very easy school to get through. But my folks didn’t want me to go to school. I was to be a breeder and a good wife, sort of curse words in the USA dictionary today for Whites. Especially a “good’ breeder not just a “junk” breeder to the lowest common denominator. Other races are not doing that especially Jews who have bred from the highest as their breeding with royalty in Poland since 1096. If I look back to 1096, I wonder where Whites will be in 2114, a thousand years from now. Look up word “Prognostication.”
I did correct my failing grades to my goal of graduating with straight A’s in 1966 and received an award on stage for highest in business machines which was precursor to computers.
Well, my brother who became an English teacher for he avoided the military with a deferment for those men who did become school teachers, lived with me for a year. He could not find a job for a glut of teachers so I came up with the bright idea of having him live with me and my Veteran who took him under his wing and allowed him to stay with me. Believe me, none of my other siblings would have done the same for me for that length of time. He lived with us for a year. When he and I both took tests to go to Southeast Junior College in Chicago, my test scores were higher than his.
Yet, when he lived with me if and when I did speak, which was not often, he said my grammar was slipping and it never was like that before when we lived together. I think my husband’s voice was the only one I heard, for me and kids were quiet if not silent, and perhaps I used his vocabulary trying to be like him as my sister who married the illegal brown immigrant who tried to murder her after he got his citizenship. He said he had to kill her for he had a wife Hope, and their five kids in Mexico, and were bringing them to America now that he had a good “union” job, apartment, Social Security, etc. Perhaps she went on welfare and they never got married which so many of them have done for 40 years including blacks.