What If You Were A Leather-Faced Pot-Bellied Foul-Mouthed Lecher?

Wouldn't you be jealous too?
People keep saying things about "the founding fathers".  But many people have relatives who were
post Emancipation Proclamation immigrants with no connection whatsoever to any of those persons
who fought the British in order to shed their colonist identity.
Those immigrants came here with the express intent to find paid work, whether or not they would be required to shape their thoughts and attitudes toward recently freed black people into a racist, obstructive, hateful, intolerable, and artificially justifying mass.
Now the descendants of those immigrants have so very much to say about the people they were allowed to push aside without consequence to themselves or their children. So many of them, of course, actually admired their new "white" employers.
My friend Adrianne entered the University of Michigan in 1965. She stunned her professors with her
statements that Southern white males were the only Americans who'd ever lost a war. She had gotten
sick to death of hearing about the emasculation of black men in America.
She was right. And people like Donald Topowitz came from those who thought they could succeed in
by aiding and abetting and agreeing with the deep-seated hatred of the ensconced hiring population.
So to see the objects of such scorn rise to excellence in many ways in spite of such vicious objection
of a clamoring majority, has to be daunting.
I have heard so many Topowitz-types, if he is a type, say 'My grandfather came here with only ten cents in his pockets.'
They don't hear my scornful reply because I usually say it to myself. My ancestors came here without
pockets.
But I think Donald Topowitz had a visceral response to an ego slight, fed overweeningly by the
lifelong nurturing he has lavished on his own racism.
People like him cannot feel equal to the superiority they have constructed in the mythologies of their
both conscious and subconscious yearnings.
Who can measure up ever to some of the tallest, quickest, most powerful, most popular humans in physical competitions- unless the humanity of those humans can be successfully challenged.
But people who have the need to work hard at othering those who have not in fact purposefully
harmed them succeed only in abridging their own humanity.
I think Topowitz felt suppressed in his true self when he was actually faced with the idea that a woman who should have been instructed to admire him did in fact admire her own people, though
he had decided they were so much less than he.
Besides, he had to at first admit she would publicly be seen as someone who would naturally want to
belong with "those people" or even worse- one of "those people".
My dad hated nearly all his bosses, because in the fifties and sixties, (and likely today as well) black people in civil service jobs were tremendously intelligent. They typically couldn't get hired by many
in the private sector, but scored very well on municipal exams and used veterans points to get even better scores than many average citizens.  However, those people in the jobs before cities began to be
black, were Caucasian. When promotion times came, these people who had preceded black hires, found creative ways to promote each other. Trouble often was, even though they had seniority, they
weren't able to manage complicated supervisory schedule manipulations, and previous bosses were
now full-fledged administrators or retirees. So minority persons who were very well-qualified to do the higher level work had to do it or get fired.  My dad was one of those minority persons.
He had one boss, an F. Paruskevictz, he swore had the intelligence of plastic; but dad had to put up with it to feed five children. When Mr. P. did try to do the job he was so clearly unable to understand,
that's when my dad had an even bigger mess to steer into lucid territories.
One day, while dad's history was still fresh in his mind, one of his bosses on a job he got after retiring proved way slower than dad too, and when that became clear to them both, the guy came to my dad
one day and asked him, "George, are you prejudiced?"
Dad replied, "I'm prejudiced against white men. I'm not prejudiced against white women."
His boss walked away without a word; and upper management wouldn't get rid of the smart guy even
if his supervisor was chagrined by the fact they wouldn't.
Admittedly, though, dad was smarter than nearly everyone. I'm no light weight, but he had it way
above little me.
To make the point: I don't think Donald Topowitz strictly meant 'don't publish pictures associating
with black people, don't bring black people to my games', he meant; ' don't publicize yourself associating with black men.'