SONG, SONG OF THE NORTH!

To help explain the title of this blog and for fun I wrote the chorus to mimic the song of the south by Alabama. For your reading pleasure:

Song, song of the North. Eat a pizza pie with all its warmth. Seeeegggrigating our schools. Because we are overt racist ghouls.

Now to the serious stuff. In traditional history surrounding the Civil Rights movement the narrative suggests that only the south harbored racism, however this was not the case. In the North racism was less overt but still prevalent manifesting itself in different ways. Even in the not overt ways the North still had a racism problem. Problem probably is not as strong of a word as racism deserves but that is what I got. An example of this is desegregating schools. We all know the story of the little girl Ruby Bridges who had to be escorted by police to go to her new school, but I doubt you have heard of the protests in New York surrounding this same issue. To be fair it is not as if I had heard of them either but the point stands. Puerto Ricans and Blacks in New York City faced insane pushback from members of “white neighborhoods” and instead left to places such as Harlem. Hiring practices at the schools in New York City were also problematic as people with accents were less likely to be hired. Schools also remained “segregated” in New York to compound this problem even more. Unlike the Southern folks who were at the very least open and honest about their racism these liberal elites simply were more overt about theirs. And I will say to close this section if it sounds like I am saying credit to the Southern racists just know I am not.

Was I surprised by this? No not really. I mean maybe the extent of the racism but the fact that it was prevalent? No not at all. Like do you listen to how these people talk about minorities sometimes? Let’s take a recent example about immigration. These elites are asking about who is going to do their gardening for them. Like are we serious? Or even who is going to do this hard, thankless labor, like there is nothing else for them to do. Oh well, I wish I learned more about these stories prior to this.