Monday, January 26, 2009

In which I ponder my home state

The above picture is of my former bumper sticker. I had placed it on my car in September and displayed it proudly until today, when I noticed what you see. I had been gone at a debate tournament all week, and before I left, I am certain this had not been done. Some annoying little prick decided to 1) deface my personal bumper sticker and 2) use the mack daddy racial slur to do it. As hurtful of a gesture as this move is supposed to be, I was more struck by how pathetic it was than I was offended. Of course, I was (and still am) offended, but I don't want the asshole who did this to get the satisfaction of getting to me. Instead, I choose to see this as a truly pathetic cry for attention without the maturity of taking any responsibility for his discourse (I say "his" because I figure that the handwriting and passive-aggressive undertones indicate a male culprit...although I reserve final judgment on the sex of said individual). Words cannot express how petty, infantile, and simple this act is. I have a hunch that it is someone who lives near my residence, but I have no way of knowing for sure.

This incident is telling given that I'm currently teaching a Rhetoric and Privilege course. There's a lot involved in this that relates to privilege. The perp tapped into classic racial privilege in using the word as a weapon not only against Obama but (indirectly, of course) against me as well for displaying a bumper sticker of support for the President. I mean, think about it; would we feel the same way about a Bush/Cheney sticker with the word "Cracker" written on it? Additionally, my reaction is possible because of types of race privilege that I experience. I have never had a friend or family member called that in my presence. I have no history with the word. My knowledge of it is mostly intellectual in nature. Seeing the word on my car, though, brought it into my life in a way I'd never experienced before, which is a privilege. I find myself a little taken aback at the boldness of racism in the year 2009, even though I do live in Georgia. I just can't help but wonder why my bumper sticker was such a threat to the culprit that he found a marker, took the time to alk over to my car, bend over, and scrawl that? Is there really nothing better he could do with the minute or so that he used to deface my bumper sticker?

Obviously, I took the sticker off my car, but I replaced it with another Obama/Biden sticker I had. I'm not gonna give this asshole the satisfaction of winning that easily. Plus, I have proof that he's a grade A dumbass. Later tonight, I found out that he defaced another of my bumper stickers.
Can you spot the error? Initially, I had thought that maybe culprit was going for some sort of Derridean erasure maneuver on the word "is," but I don't want to give that dipshit any such credit. My guess is the idiot was trying to scribble out the "NOT" and was too dumb to pull that off. Interestingly enough, he could spell the slur correctly. Why is that word so easy for racists to spell correctly but not a word like "official"?

1 comment:

bethany said...

why do I get so much satisfaction about hate speech with grammatical errors? People never cease to amaze me.