Pinterest can be a den of inequality sometimes. I should know better than to tempt my flaming curiosity to prove myself right once again. Yet I do.
It starts off innocently enough. Someone has followed my Barns board or the one with the outhouses. I typically follow them back — unless — well, here’s how the rest of it goes down.
Barn lovers are usually country lovers and also Bible quoters and gun lovers and then I find the Conservative Republican board. That in itself is fine. Freedom is what you this country is based on. I was raised in a Conservative home and started following in those footsteps until I took a bit of a left turn one day. But as I like to say, we are people first, not necessarily our politics.
As for these right wing boards, some of them can be quite mean. Evil Hillary, Black Satan Obama, a picture of a banana flying near President Obama’s photo-shopped and made-to-look-huge lips! That’s not only mean but its very racist too.
Yesterday I found a similar board. I knew I was opening a Pandora’s box. This woman’s board started out innocently enough. She doesn’t want to pay taxes to fund women’s birth control. Next up, “Just because I don’t like Obama doesn’t mean I’m a racist. I don’t like Biden either.” Okay, all opinion and freedom of speech so far, right? Too good to be true.
The next pin was a picture of a white man with his bare ass held up to a television set with a paused picture of President Obama. The man positioned his ass right up to the President’s lips. And he’s laughing like the good ol ignorant boy he is. And below was a caption that this picture was banned from Facebook so hurry up and spread it around!
Oh no lady, you’re not at all racist are you? I should have never opened that board. Why do I do it? I get angry when I see such blatant bigotry displayed like that. If called out on it, this lady would say it was just a joke and how can that kiss-my-ass photo be racist? Sadly, people like her will never get it. So I’m going to continue to call out racism when I see it. And it depresses me that I see it or hear it far more often than I want.
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