Yes, you are right. At this stage of my life I’m just simply amazed that at least two generations of American men have turned into disgusting, angry, whiney, white assholes. And if that weren’t bad enough, they’re proud of themselves for being that and demand recognition of their massive, bruised egos. My father and uncles and their fathers and uncles tended to be racists and various types of bigot but the ones I knew weren’t. My father had black friends who my mother wouldn’t allow in the house so my father sat on the back steps with them. In my experience it was the white women who were the serious bigots. But everyone was a goddamned racist one way or another.
My generation (boomers) were the ones to fix this while we were in high school and college. I had high school friends who marched at Selma and were members of SNCC. It took me years to understand that didn’t mean anything. It was just a new kind of merit badge and didn’t change shit.
My whole generation blew it. We did some stuff as kids and then got serious and took our white privilege to the bank, and then did it again, and again. Then decided that it was ok to ignore everyone else and cut in front of anyone who was brown, black, or otherwise because we had already taken care of that and made it ok.
Too much pride for too little work with too much greed, thinking that greed was all that mattered. The ultimate failure, we ended up believing our own bullshit.
After Vietnam I moved to the Pacific and I am not angry. Maybe I should be but I’m not. My kids and grandkids are mixes of Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Mexican and only a little white. They are all beautiful, proud, and successful. I used my white privilege for them. How could I be angry?