St. Patrick's Day, Deep Roots, & the Pornographic Joys of Cultural Appropriation

I wish I could find this one.  It looks ridiculous.  A saw a quick clip and, with the help of screenshots, it seems to be the sexy ‘70s adventures of a proud native American helping vanilla white women raise their spiritual awareness with his penis.  It’s a perfect picture of the culture of the United States, and gives me a great opportunity to rant about racial politics on St. Patrick's Day. Commentary between screenshots.

The mainstream American culture (which has shifted greatly over time) comes into conflict with a minority. It smashes them, abuses them, harnesses their bodies, criminalizes their culture, then suddenly reverses course and venerates these noble people.  Rinse and repeat as he borders change and new immigrants come in.  Native Americans are the clearest and most extreme example of moving from genocide to reveneration, but there’s others.  Let’s look at my own history:

Irish?  Scum, potato farming drunks, barely better than darkies.  In fact the “white” majority made the Irish afraid of emancipation, because the blacks would all come North and take the low paying jobs that only Irish would do.  Now everyone’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day.  Kiss my ass, I actually am Irish.  (To a point- my great grandfather was a war orphan from a part of Ireland that was never really fully held by centuries of occupiers and had a lot of British troops on the prowl- there’s at least a few British soldiers in my Irish ancestry, an interesting possible precursor to the Nigerian section below.)

German?  Once the endless tide of the liberal Catholic immigrant horde fleeing war and oppression in Europe, threatening to destroy America.  Now, firmly a part of the “white” majority, despite the two world wars.  That changed fast.

Ashkenazi?  Russian AND Jewish?  Not as welcome in the United States as they thought when they took the boats over from the old country, but at least it’s better than pogroms by idiots who believed the Protocols of the Elders of Zion.  No wonder so many became gangster, just like my great grandfather, the mysterious “Mr. X”.  A century later and most Americans can quote entire episode of Sienfeld.  Be the Master of Your Own Domain. 

Nigerian?  Tough tits, America, my black great great great great great grandma was bought by my white great great great great great grandpa, they had a daughter, repeat for several generations, and my grandfather had a nice tan but never knew he was a descendant of multiple generations of slaves and their rapists.  That’s some fucked-up genetic baggage.  I’m here, I’m 1/64 Black, and I’m here to stay.

Rant over.  Éire go Brách, Slava Ukraini.