American Segregation
I seldom miss ”Cops” on the TV. I like it the way those big, middle-aged policemen, laden with all of that equipment, run down swift, young crooks with t-shirts and jogging shoes and actually catch them! Fantastic.
But when I turn on the TV I usually see the last few minutes of the previous program, another American series, “Stargate”. Now that’s a piece of shit strictly for the children of illiterate parents who never went to school. Anyway, last week Teal’c (you know: the guy with a logo imbedded into his forehead) and crew went back to his home planet where he (a black man) is a minority. Low and behold he ran into his distraught wife and child – also black.
That his wife might be anything other than black is something that the American prime-time TV producer would probably not dare risk his career over. Are white Americans afraid that if their daughters see interracial relationships on prime-time TV that they’ll be hell bent on jumping into bed with the first black man they lay their eyes on?
It amazes me that even in their fantasy dreams of the future they envision that in all the worlds (in all the universes) racial segregation will be acceptable by American standards. Tsk! Tsk!
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