Apparently, getting up early is a giveaway:
Enslaved Africans were forced to work tirelessly from sunrise to sunset, and their white oppressors often used the rhetoric of hard work and discipline to justify their inhumane treatment. This created a false narrative that Africans were inherently lazy and needed the “civilizing” influence of their white masters to teach them the value of work.
This stereotype has persisted and continues to be perpetuated in various forms, such as the “model minority” myth, which suggests that certain racial and ethnic groups are inherently more disciplined and successful than others.
Yes, Gentle Reader, that is the most idiotic thing you’ll read today. Wanting to rise early and get on with the business of the day is inherent in the work ethic. Of course, the “victimist” groups aren’t interested in work; they’re probing to see how much they can get from us – i.e., normal white Americans – without having to work for it, through the manipulation of our aversion to confrontation and the unearned guilt their media allies have larded over us.
The tide is turning as victimists of several varieties give us ever more reasons that we’re inherently bad. Such groups have responded to any sort of concession by escalating their demands. For example, a transgender recently claimed that anyone who would refuse to date a transwoman is therefore a “transphobe.” Time was, they claimed that all they wanted was to be left in peace. Tempora mutantur, for sure.
Of course, as I observed yesterday, such testing of our tolerance thresholds will bring grief sooner or later – to the victimists, when they discover that they’ve crossed our “the hell with this” threshold. Some people respond to that event with contempt; others with violence. The victimists don’t seem to be aware of the danger they’re courting. They might learn the hard way.
For the present, the best countermeasure is to own the slur: “Yeah, I’m, a racist / sexist / homophobe / xenophobe / transphobe / what have you. Have a nice day.” It produces a highly satisfying look of frustration on the slur-giver, often accompanied by a red face and a tensing of the muscles. That’s the point of the counterstrike: your attacker has nowhere to go from there, and it pains him. If you can, smile and amble away. If you can’t, go for his / her / its nose. And do have a nice day.