Topic : 07/02 The Dr. Phil House: House of Hatred, Part 3

I don't think the other person was saying your family is an abomination.  To me, there are benefits found in mixing the races and in the unique nature of the races.  It's win/win to me.  Your family is very beautiful.

There are times, not all the time, when I don't even notice a person's race. That could just be because I get wrapped up in my thoughts and a person is just a person who exists outside my brain that is always going and going.

No. You are not weird. I used to teach in the Orlando area, near Disney. Due to the Disney employment factor, there were kids from so many different ethnic backgrounds and the kids who lived there were just used to it. It really wasn't a big deal to them.

That's because you are not defined by your race. It sad that race is such a defining factor for so many people. There is SO much more to a person than the color of their skin. Of all the ways I would describe myself, the fact that I have white skin doesn't really say much about WHO I am - especially since I had no control over it.

and i think it would be safe to say i say 6 wonderful people leaving dr phils house forever changed, this world seems to not want to stop hateing but 1 person at a time will make a big differance,

when i was a trucker for covanant transport i pulled in to a truck stop on a windy cold early december morning, i was tired and hungry when i finley found a parking place me and my wife decided we were going to go into the 76 truck stop and take a shower on our way in i noticed a little guy sitting on the side walk of the truck stop shevering with only a cup of hot water in his hand,i told my wife if the guy was still there when we went back to put our dirty clothes up in the truck i was going to ask the guy if he was ok, or did he need some help,well he was still there so i did what i said i was goin to do,the guy didnt want to bother me as he feared being ran off the property,i told him it was ok i just toped my tanks off and spent almost $500.00 in fuel and i wouldnt let them run him off, i asked him why all he had was a cup of hot water, he told me that was all he had money for and it was all they would sell him for what he had, needless to say i was madded than hell at all humanty at that point,i told the guy to come with me and my wife back to our truck so we could put up our dirty laundry and we would go in and all 3 have a good meal,the guy told me he wasnt allowed back inside, wow man i got even madder, i assured him it would be ok that he was with me, well the guy took me for my word, and came in with me and my wife as our guest, we went in to the truckers area sat down at a table and when the wateress came to out table she didnt ask me or my wife or the guy what she could get for any of us to drink, instead she in a very loud voice told the guy that she was calling the cops if he didnt get hids ass up and leave, well i wasnt going to allow this treatment in any way, i stood up and got between her and my dinner guest and i asked her if this was the way she treated all truckers ? she then took a look at me and said no sir just bums like that guy there, again i stoped her and by this time i was a good bit louder than she ever heard a man get in her life, i asked her just who in the hell she was to call any one at my table a bum i was pissed, every trucker in there agreed with methe manager asked me if i wanted to file a complant  i looked at him and said hell no i just want to eat damnit im hungery i just drove from ranchocookamunga and i was too tired to bitch well she had to tell the little guy how very sorry she was for calling him a bum and at the same time she thanked me with all her heart for not getting her fired, she relly needed her job, the woman had 3 kids at home and her husband was out of work, so she kind of took out her anger on the little guy`, and even he told her it was ok ,well the little guy got the best meal he had had in 4 days, it turned out he had a gambling problem and lost all his money in vegas, and all he was trying to do was get home to his family for christmas i took him,out to my truch found out where he lived got on my cb and started asking other truckers to please help out no one relly wanted to help till i told them i would cover the mans meals so they wouldnt have to, well guess what? i got the man a ride to as close as 20 miles from his home i geve the driver that took him $100.00 dollars and asked him to give the guy what ever was left if any when he droped the guy off, and i gave the guy a good supply of ready to eat canned goods i kept with me incase i got stranded on the highway due to snow,the little guy huged my neck for what i did to help him and cried he told me he never in his life meet any one like me,and wanted to ask me why i even bothered to help him when every one eals steped around him all that day till i stoped and asked if i could help, to get to the point of my storie, others saw a man in need and didnt want to take any time from there busy lives to help, i saw my fellow man down and god always made sure i had more than i needed, so i knew it was up to me to help keep this man from freezing to death on a side walk in texas at the 76 truck stop,and it gave my heart such a warm feeling to have this man i never saw before in my life hug my neck as a brother would, so next time you see some one asking you something dont ask them how they got where thear at in life just ask what you can do to help them out a little,i saw the trucker i got the guy a ride with a week later at the very same 76 truck stop, hell guess what he droped his trailer and took the guy all the way home,the guy had little ones there,the driver gave the guy the $100 bucks i supplied for his food and even kicked in another $200 him self so the man could buy his kids christmas,it was a very happy ending for every one,the man got home the kids had there dad home for christmas, and santa was coming to see them> man let me tell you just the warmth it fills your heart with knowing you helped make it possable for your fellow man to be a dad in his kids eyes makes it all worth the little bit of time it took ,time i got<>

You know, that's an excellent point.

Maybe I watch too much Court TV, but no matter what race, I am going to avoid any male behaving strangely, even those acting normally.

I don't answer my door to people I don't know either.

Maybe I'm paranoid.

I thought that the situation with Bee and Gary was rather unbalanced.  When they dressed Gary up and took him to the black neighborhood he was introduced to some people, and played basketball.  However, when they took him to the white neighborhood he stood on the street yelling to people like a crazy person.  These are not the same situation, those people were not necessarily ignoring him because he was black but because he was frightening.  Also, why did they not have Bee dress up as well?  I wonder how she would feel to walk down the streets of Compton disguised as a white woman.  You see, it is not just whites who are rude to blacks in thier neighborhoods, but the other way around as well.  The show to me seemed to portay gary as the only guilty party, when Bee was just as racist herself at the begining of the show.  I say if we are going to be equal, then let us be truly equal and show that we both have faults.

   I was not impressed when Gary used his families racism as an excuse for his following in their footsteps... He said if he had befriended a black person he would have been beaten.  Who says they have to know??  When I was in Jr High, I had a platonic friend that was a young black guy.  He was going to be going on vacation and needed someone to watch his pet guinea pig.  My father was terribly racist against just about everybody!!  And although I was afraid of his beatings, I managed to walk several blocks to pick up Richard's guinea pig and only said, "I am watching it for a f riend from school."  I did not feel I needed another beating, but would not refuse to help a friend!!

  And when the need was there I took the risks... I was walking my litle brother home one day, when two little Mexican girls were surrounded by a gang of girls that were going to beat them up.  And although my father's views of Hispanics were just as negative as any other groups, and I was only about 12, maybe 13 myself, all I looked at was they were little and terribly out numbered!!  I simply told the group they would have to go through me to get to the little girls, and although they threatened to beat me up then beat up the little girls, I stood my ground.  Eventually, one by one the gang walked away, then I walked the girls home, just to be sure.

 

   I am not trying to toot my own horn, just saying that even as young people we can choose right from wrong, even when our environment demonstrates the wrong thing to think and do.  Too many people use fear as an excuse to do the wrong thing, or prevent them from doing the right thing.  When all along they might have done the right thing, where the ones they feared would not seel  Personally, all I cared about at that second was those two little girls