TO : A person of color RE : Beware a “pale” face

Essay #4 TO : A person of color RE : Beware a “pale” face**

All “white” people look the same

. They come to teach, but not to learn; and to save but not to be saved.

In 1620, those with pale faces (mostly from western Europe and of those mostly from England and France) came to America and stayed. Their tenacity, as well as their sense of entitlement, can be seen in the presidential match-up of 2004, when both of the major party nominees John Kerry and George Bush the 2nd could trace direct lineage to these 1620 settlers.

The small matter that they were not the first persons to live on this land would be over looked because it was their “destiny”.

A person of color gets no solace from the fact that pale faces can just as easily turn against other pale faces. Religious differences would be sufficient reason to slaughter one another. It would seem that all pale faces had been born into this world with this “sickness” already in them. The “sickness” being that of believing some persons are better than others. Of course, when looking for a scapegoat it is easier to point at some other “group” rather than the behavior of persons within the group. For instance, has not the same “sickness” shown up within persons of color. A closer look would reveal hideous treatment among and within groups of color. From Asia, across the Middle East, to Central America, South America…one can observe the same “sickness”.

Perhaps the “sickness” arises where ever persons are not treated as individuals.

I am a first generation paleface. My father arrived in America in the mid-twenties when he was five. He arrived with two older brothers (ages 9 and 7) and a very sick mother. My Dad’s mom would die shortly after their arrival to the north beach area of San Francisco.

My Dad’s family was in the Supper Club business. My paternal Grandfather, Pierre. P. Servelle was a chef at the Fairmount Hotel in the City, and my Paternal Grandmother ruled over a booming Super Club, 25 miles south of the City (near the city of San Mateo). This was during the period of the roaring 20s; of “speak-easies”, prohibition, Al Capone, boot-leg booze, foot-loose and fancy free.

With memories of WW I shadowing them, they were determined to ride this fast-moving train to the promise land.

Being the youngest, my Dad was assigned duties that nobody else wanted to do but had to be done. I don’t believe he was an under age hit man…but I never really asked him…and he never mentioned it either. Did my Dad get rich? Some prospered after the Crash of Oct. 1929. I will say, my inheritance consisted of great storied. Oh, and the nurturing of two loving parents. But that is another story. ** “Stupid White Men” by Michael Moore But let’s not worry about Mother Earth- she’s lasted through much worse. Let the tree-huggers lose their sleep over it- we’re too damn busy trying to make money! Ah, money. The sweet stench of success. A couple years ago I was talking to a guy in a bar who happened to be a stockbroker. He asked me about my “investments.” I told him I didn’t have any, that I don’t own a single share of stock. He was stunned. “You mean you don’t have a portfolio where you keep your money?” ********************************************************* “Crash this train” by Joshua James I hope you find what you are looking for… It ain’t hard to see this country ain’t free… So God if you can hear me, Crash this Train ********************************************************* “Living in America” by Neil Diamond Free…Only want to be Free Only want to come to America