The Talk-Show Twist

Even though we try to hide "racial" behind and beneath that word "random" in referring to a beating or killing, it peeps its head above it, blaring "black" and "white."  We need to deal with it from that perspective, but we're afraid of acerbating our supersenstive feelings surrounding it.

There are many countries in this Western Hemisphere where the people have such fear of the word "racial" that they try to present their population as monoracial, although it's made up of Indians, mestizos, blacks, and whites.  As if not knowing whether we're looking at a black or white or Indian or mestizo weren't troubling enough we're also confronted with "hate," the other inescapably damning word, attaching itself to our trembling mind.

With our teeth chattering nervously we whisper:  "Please, God, don't let the official say that 'racial hate' had anything to do with this crime . . . ."  And the official solemnly proclaims:  "This was not a hate crime, 'racial hate' had nothing to do with it."  And we whimper:  "Thank the Lord."  But deep within us a voice moans:  "Why even blacks killing blacks screams with 'racial hate,' self-hate spiraling out of control while clinging to a European identity; and attempting to camouflage the hypocrisy with show-bizness marches and whining on talk-shows to get their pictures on TV they still -- after over a hundred years -- attribute their problems to whites.  They liken it to the tale of A Talk-Show Twist:
                                                        
                                                          The Talk-Show Twist
                                                          Isn't done with the wrist
                                                         And steady beat of feet
                                                         Or a pip of a hip
                                                         But with a quip from the lip.