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All Purpose Flour, with a Touch of Vanilla, as a Path to Citizenship

Rep. Steven King from Iowa

“If you go down the road a few generations or maybe centuries with the intermarriage, I’d like to see an America that (is) so homogenous that we look a lot the same from that perspective. I think there’s far too much focus on race, especially in the last eight years. I want to see that put behind us,” King said.

That is from the Washington Post, reported in Google news.

 (I am sorry about the syntax of that quote, but Steven King said it.)

 Steven King is a Representative to Congress from Iowa.  He wants to put racism behind him by breeding a white-skinned America.  The way he says that is to say that caucasians have to breed faster:   America can’t restore “our civilization with somebody else’s babies".  

 Steven King thinks that the color of his skin is what makes America great.  That is racism:  purely, damnably, and stupidly.     

 I am tempted to say that it embarrasses me to say that I spent years and years of my life in Iowa, because it does, but Iowa has very little to do with it, except that Steven King was elected by some of the citizens of Iowa.   Steven King embarrasses me.  The people who elected him embarrass me. Iowa, itself, is pretty green.  People like Steven King are everywhere.  Part of what makes Steven King what he is, is in a lot of us.  

 It is beyond stupid to think that skin color has to do with anything except skin color.  To believe that skin color is how we should sort ourselves out is like believing that bald people should not be allowed to hold public office, or that tall people should be deported to North Dakota and fenced off with a big, beautiful wall from those of us who cannot dunk a basketball.  Should red haired people be allowed to vote?  Are brown eyes a sign of exceeding intelligence?  Do you want your daughter to marry someone with lots of body hair?  Should body hair determine which bathroom you use?  Do blue eyes make one a good singer?

 What is skin color an indication of?  Bigotry?  Steven King is a bigot and his skin color, while not exactly white, is pretty much the color of all purpose flour, with a touch of vanilla.  Like mine.  Maybe Steven King is not a racist, but what he says sounds just like ignorant, damnable racism.  

 It is ignorant, damnable racism.  In Iowa, and everywhere. 

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