[Americanexpat]

In the 70s when I was an E-7 I went through the race relations training classes too, and every year after that. I had to sit thru that crap taught by a black officer and got dumped on by blacks, Hispanics women and the one Asian American person there for the next four hours. Most whites resented having to put up with that crap and the climate at work got worse because then we had to put up with the “attitudes” after words.

IMHO this cay acceptance crap will be resented just as much.

[yarddog]

It was also during the 70’s for me.

We also had one on alcoholism. It was done by a Catholic priest. Surprisingly it was pretty good.

[M-cubed]

been there done that along time ago...What got me thinking...was a mental private became a Sargent...The attitude cost us a lot...but I'm trying to stop that kind of thinking....

[runninglips]

I still remember the "assembly" our High School had for blacks only. Afterwards as I was walking down the halls it let out, the 15 or so blacks that I had grown up with, lived next to and played with were now bitter, grouped together and as "in your face" as Olberman ever was on his messed up MSNBC gig. From what I could gather, they spent the better part of two hours being told all of the injustices of life in America, how the honkie was the enemy, and to STAND UP.

One guy in particular, a guy I walked to school with from grade school through Junior high, became president of the NAACP in the future. I rarely ran into him after HS, he was a very nice guy, but I swear to you that after that assembly he changed for the worse.

This was a kid that charged up the hill towards me and my little brother to confront us, because my brother had yelled down at them calling N....r n....r n....r, while he and his brother played football in their front yard. My brother ran home instantly, I stayed and apologized for my brother, told them I would pop him in the head, and tell my dad about it. We hung out and played ball afterwards. We knew that we had different color skin, but we treated each other like any other boy in the neighborhood. You didn't use the N word at all, mom would kick your behind, and they never called us whitey, honkey or cracker....until the day after the "assembly", then it was a common word.

[MortMan]

Check my post 82 for my thoughts...