I’m 72, but apparently, I don’t look it. I don’t drink, but I keep some PBR around for a friend. I bought a 12-pack not long ago, and the young woman at the register asked me for my ID. I told her she had to be kidding, that I could be her grandfather. Being kind, she said no way. She really needed to ask; it was store policy. I started to get it, deciding it was flattering, not policy. She stopped me and remaining sweet; she said not necessary; I think you MIGHT be over 21.

Walter Williams died on December 1, 2020. Like so many others, I miss his intellect and wisdom.

It’s hard to describe Walter Williams. There were so many facets to his life. Call him a warrior because he was one. I knew him primarily from his writings. However, I watched him on YouTube in debates and discussions with other economists, such as another favorite, Thomas Sowell.

I never referred to him as Dr. Williams, though he did have a doctorate. He seemed like an ordinary guy who wouldn’t care about the title. It was his work, not his credentials, that was so very important. The important part is that he could communicate complex issues in a simplified way and do it with humor. So, he wasn’t pretentious, as others in his position would be.

I’m sure there are those on the left who would either not like him or disagree with him. But, while growing up under the ugliness of Jim Crow, which he fought against, I have no memory of him believing the use of the victim card was ever legitimate. In contrast to the left, he felt free markets were the road to economic justice and fairness.

He criticized public policies he believed were harmful to economic growth and the minority groups they were supposed to benefit. The policies democrats promoted over the last 60 years are the bane to those living a life indebted to those seeking to control the people; they were designed to help the cause of poverty and low educational opportunities but didn’t.

To that end, he would have no use for the WOKE culture, is my guess; he believed in freedom, both of the market and, even more, of people. To me, he was a true patriot who loved America and honestly thought it offered all of us hope.

On December 1, 1955, Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat to a white passenger on a segregated bus in Montgomery, Alabama. Think about it, even though after 69 years, it may be difficult to imagine. It’s important, but I’m going to offer a little comment on it, except again, I hope you read the column linked.

It was written in 2018 by Will Alexander. Well, one short paragraph from the author who lived it follows reads as follows, “Back then, racial oppression was real. Today, it’s pure fiction – used as a tactic for political power; as nostalgia for blacks and whites who missed out on the glory days of the Civil Rights Movement; as a cover for envy; and as an ax over the heads of whites who dread the high costs of being labeled as racists.”

Alexander is not saying racism doesn’t exist today; it does, but not close to the magnitude it did. He gives an example of the horrors of oppression. If he saw something similar today, it would be rare, likely attached to isolated hate crimes. By the way, I hate the term “hate crime.” To me, all violent crimes emanate from hate without race playing a role.

Racism seems to be overused today. But you can read the document contributed by Mr. Alexander, which is linked. One final note: don’t confuse it with prejudice. All of us have prejudices, and those may or may not have to do with race.

As for the trial, it was four days later. On December 5, Parks was found guilty of violating segregation laws, given a suspended sentence, and fined $10 plus $4 in court costs.

Appeals and related lawsuits went through the courts, reaching the U.S. Supreme Court. On November 13, 1956, the Supreme Court ruled the bus segregation law was unconstitutional.

Today’s Microscopic Racism Is Light Years From Real Oppression

The New York Times faced criticism for referring to women as “non-transgender women,” which some see as an attempt to be inclusive. But it is a further reinterpretation, remember cisgender, that further diminishes by redefining or eliminating the term “woman” by making it contingent on not being transgender. The New York Times is not alone in this.

The use of “non-transgender women” instead of “cisgender women” or simply “women” in New York Times articles makes transgender women the default or primary category of women, with cisgender women now being a qualifier term, even though a cisgender woman is someone who was assigned female at birth and identifies as a woman, but in a way twice removed.

That sounds odd to state it that way, but a cousin twice removed may not make sense, which someone is free to point out. Legally, the term “removed” refers to the number of generations apart, not the degree of cousinship, first, second, etc.

The number before “cousin” (twice removed) indicates how many generations back you must go to find the common ancestor relative to the closest common generation. For example, “second cousin” means you share great-great-grandparents, as “second” points to the second generation of grandparents.

I don’t understand it; I know it from law school. My analogy, right or wrong, is that “woman” is twice removed from “non-transgender women” with “cisgender” in the middle, two generations of words apart.

With the default being “non-transgender women” for “women” is like referring to “sane people” as “non-crazy people.” If you followed this, give yourself a pat on the back.

If you disagree, or the analogy doesn’t make sense, email me.

I hope people had a nice Thanksgiving, had time with family and friends, and are thankful for what you have. Take a moment to remember those who may not have what you. Think about those who have family but won’t be able to share Thanksgiving with loved ones, like those with wives, husbands, or children serving our country in the military stationed far from home. I hope you enjoyed some time away from social media and had real encounters with real people.

Most of all, remember those you were with today. All of them may not be there next year; it happens. The problem is you can’t know who, so be kind to all who are important in your life. I hope you enjoyed some time away from social media and had real encounters with real people.

May God Bless You