And again, all of these investigations despite the fact that statistically, all of these universities still have largely white males in charge - it's just that these 50 universities in particular have hired more non-white, non-straight, non-male, non-Christian or Jewish faculty or gave them PhDs than Trump's GOP is comfortable with, or they allowed pro-Palestinian protest.
(As mentioned, Lexington in general is not big on protesting, but there were some small university peaceful protests on both sides allowed, both pro-Palestine and pro-Israel.)
Now - having lived here for over 30 years and spending every summer here in my youth, I can verify that racism in Kentucky has always been a part of Kentucky - including anti-Semitism.
However, having received the bulk of my college education at UK myself, I can state with absolutely certainty that UK is where I "woke" - it was a direct result of my education at UK.
And my "wokeness" was based on studying proven sociological and psychological studies, receiving a 4.0 GPA in those courses, including two graduate-level courses that needed special faculty approval to take.
I did NOT base my views on social media gossip or news "commentators" trying to pass off their own personal beliefs, opinions and fears as facts.
Of course, as a white, straight Christian, I can't claim to be completely "woke" due to implicit racial bias and lack of personal experience with being the direct target of racial or religious or sexual orientation prejudice myself, so I'm happy to be educated further.
Regardless, point being that though Kentucky's culture as a whole is anti-woke, the University of Kentucky itself, as an institution, is largely woke and has been for a very long time, including combatting not just racism but anti-Semitism, misogyny, and bigotry.
However, there's a reason why most social science majors graduate and move out of state - because they know there's a difference between the university and the surrounding culture.
They know that the surrounding culture of Kentucky is especially resistant to change, especially afraid to rock the boat, and will often play passive-aggressive dirty if you do try to create progressive change.
You know what I mean ... smile in your face and call you "honey," but stab you in the back later surreptitiously, kinda thing.
As Dave Chappelle once said (before he got rich), as well as Trevor Noah, Lexington is "Charmingly racist" - meaning it's very friendly and passive-aggressive about its racism, making it difficult to confront directly without looking like an a-hole (which I learned the hard way.)
Thus, I pronounce this federal investigation complete BS - yet another method of white male racists flipping back on us civil rights laws that were meant to protect minorities - not based on statistical fact, but rather out of fear they'll be replaced OR that non-white, non-straight, non-Christians will retaliate against them someday for the way we know we've mistreated them.
And again, if this was really about qualifications rather than skin color, then we wouldn't be hiring wholly unqualified white people into high-level cabinet positions based on cronyism rather than qualifications, now would we?
This investigation is the direct result of state Trump-GOP politicians, putting pressure on UK to get rid of DEI programs in favor of unqualified white-people in cronyism - AKA corruption.
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PS - My husband from Detroit - who absolutely hates it here and finds the passive-aggressive "fake" culture extremely confusing, as do most Lexington transplants - asked me if I'd ever seriously dated anyone racist.
Though I've made the poor choice of dating a lot of clunkers and borderline misogynists, I can honestly say that I've never seriously dated anyone truly racist - that was an automatic dealbreaker.
The closest would be my daughter's father, whom I didn't consider racist himself, but his family was - in fact, his uncle was KKK!
Z was a moderate Republican in the 90s, which is a different brand of Republican than today's Republicans, so we'd tease each other about politics but nothing too serious, and I never once heard him say anything racist against people of color - but his family sure did, especially his sister!
He also served with people of color when he was briefly in Iraq, and he knew what it was like to depend on people of any color or faith to have his back, like brothers - thus, I never heard him say anything even close to racist.
But I also never heard him speak up against his family about it, either, often laughing along with jokes, which makes him complicit ... or cowardly ... not sure π’
(To be fair, I never actually said anything to them either, at that time, just scowled during bad jokes, and sometimes they said them intentionally to get a reaction, so I wouldn't take the bait π.)
I need to caveat that, though, because although I never heard him say anything racist against people of color, there was one time about Asians that stood out ... well, actually two ... but I doubt he'd do either now. At least I hope not.
In addition to an Asian joke he used to tell that was clearly racist towards Asians, the only other racist thing I heard him say was when he put his arm around our Vietnamese coworker at the restaurant where we were both servers in college on Pearl Harbor Day, December 7th, and said "Hey, D, you know what today is right? It's Pearl Harbor Day, I shouldn't talk to you ... yuk yuk yuk"
Now, in his small defense, he realized D was Vietnamese and not Japanese, and he actually meant the joke as a parody of an ignorant redneck American racist, who doesn't care to know the difference between Japanese and Vietnamese (or any other Asian country or culture, for that matter).
However, still a poor decision to joke about Asians on Pearl Harbor Day, right?
So I ... completely mortified ... put my hands over my face and put my head down on the bar as if to hide π
D responded "I'm Vietnamese, Asshole"
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I had to lift my head and high-five D for that - sorry, Z!
Z tried to explain to D that he knew that, he was playing the role of an anti-Asian racist as a joke.
D just walked away.
So I said ...
"Yeah, I got that you were parodying an ignorant redneck American that doesn't know the difference ... but still ... not a great idea on Pearl Harbor day to draw attention to his Asian race, right?"
"Other people don't know you're joking, many Americans truly don't know the difference between Asian countries, and it spotlights his being Asian on a day where the Asian country of Japan bombed Pearl Harbor to involve us in WW2, right?"
"Even if he WAS Japanese - which he's not - many innocent, uninvolved Japanese Americans were kept in internment camps and mistreated just for being Japanese. Get why he's upset now?"
To his credit, he did.
He first mumbled something about Vietnamese not exactly being friendly towards us either as a defense, then shook his head, realizing that wasn't cool either, but he did realize what was wrong with all of it.
He didn't apologize, because Z can't admit or apologize for anything, or worse, ever tell the truth about anything if his life depended on it, but he did understand why it was a bad joke.
Other than that, with whatever flaws the men I've seriously dated had, I can honestly say that not a single of them was ever racist in the truest sense of the word OR homophobic, for that matter.
In the restaurant business, there are tons of LGBTQ, so even if you started out homophobic, by the time you worked with them over time, you weren't anymore, after getting to know them.
IMO, racism and bigotry are based on fear of the unknown and lack of positive personal experience, or any personal experience at all with minorities ; thus they're basing their opinions solely on news stories alone instead, which is precisely why they made the news, as worst-case scenarios rather than the norm!
I believe this because I have watched many people change their minds after positive personal experience working and hanging out with them.
In fact, I openly embraced LGBTQ because they were the first people that embraced me after leaving Christian fundamentalism -or more accurately, was asked not to return after I asked too many questions, one day - and a group of about 3 gay men that were also servers at the 2nd restaurant where I met Z (Chi-Chis) became my best friends!
The others I seriously dated were otherwise all Democrats/Liberals except S, who was independent and cared little for politics in general, at that time, and was an equal-opportunity joker. He'd find the observational humor in everyone of race, at an individual level, and not always politically correct, kind of like a comedian, but never actually racist.
Regardless, can I just give a little credit to the good in all of the men I've seriously dated for their lack of racism in an otherwise racist state (at least back then)?
God only knows what they support now (except I happen to know for a fact that 4 of the 6 men I'm about to list are still not racist and do not support Trump - not sure about the other 2) .
So to Ben(ny), Sean, Zack, Jon, Joe, and Mark?
I commend you on your lack of racism (at least when I dated you - not sure about two of you today).
I can only hope you still recognize it as much as you did back then.
Now - for those of you who are NOT Mark or my first love, Benny - I wish I could also commend you on your lack of misogynistic streaks, too, but maybe you can work on that? π
I was no saint, back in the day, I'm not saying that - I didn't handle things as well as I could and should have, during that time in my life, and I do hope I've grown over time - but I was never racist.
(As mentioned, I may have been racially ignorant or complicit to inherent racial bias without realizing it, but I was openly and vocally anti-racist and combatted it when I saw it, as they will attest - which often did not go over well either in suburban Cincinnati, where I grew up, or here in Kentucky, I can tell you π)
Now - having said that about my own regrets in prior relationships, I also need to add that I also wish I'd put my foot down a lot sooner than I did and stop giving so many chances, in some cases, too π
The exception being Benny - who gave ME too many chances and taught me the biggest lesson in life by breaking up with me - NOT because I cheated on him, I've never cheated on anyone.
However, I expected him and his family to make up for my crappy childhood and what my family was doing currently, at that time, which I was growing increasingly depressed, angry and bitter about.
I have since drug myself out of my own embarrassment and shame for that time in my life enough to apologize profusely to him a couple of times, years ago, most recently in 2017 on FB when he friended me, adding that breaking up with me was the right thing to do, for both himself and me, and it taught me the biggest lesson of my life.
And to his credit, he forgave me both times, kindly adding:
"You always were too hard on yourself. And we were all a little crazy back then. I think understood you and what your family was putting you through better than you did, at that time. "
"I don't think you realized how much your anger and bitterness over it was making you dangerously close to becoming like them. You lost the ability to see past your own pain, which didn't excuse every behavior anymore. I felt horrible for breaking up with you in so much pain, at the time, but I had to do it for myself, and for you too. I'm glad you get that now."
"Don't beat yourself up over it, I forgave you a long time ago, and we're both okay now, right?"
"In fact, I gotta say, I was talking to a group of people the other day about our first times, and they were all telling meaningless stories or even horror stories. I mentioned that I guess I was lucky because my first time was beautiful. We were lucky, you know? We were so in love, it was beautiful."
Again, he was right - because it truly was π₯²
Also, though I realize that this has nothing to do with the point of this post - and I promise I'll bring it back to the point soon - the crazy story of our first kiss just now popped in my head, which was kind of crazy-hilarious?
So I'd been out on a date, that Friday night, with a hot guy that turned out to be a total creeper, who picked me up from work.
(Ben worked there, too, though he was still in high school, a year behind me. At that time, I had moved here from Cincinnati right after high school and worked for 2 years before going to UK).
Anyway, I went to a movie with this other guy, and this dude kept weirdly rubbing my forearm - not a gentle caress, either - - actual rubbing, like with friction - and staring at me, for the entire movie!.
Super weird.
I know I'm weird, but that was extra weird.
Plus the movie was "Die Hard."
Not exactly a make-out film, right?
I mean, how could a movie about a group of European terrorists make anyone horny, I ask you?
And what sort of girl would find having all the skin friction-rubbed off of her forearm as some sort of enticing foreplay?
Plus I actually wanted to see it, not make out during it on a first date with some guy too into his own looks OR have the skin on my left forearm rubbed off!
Then he wanted me to go home with him afterwards, which of course was definitely not going to happen, so he just took me back to my car that I'd left at work, where I kept trying to find a polite way get out of the car, though he was clearly still expecting a goodnight kiss.
Then all of the sudden, who comes out from the bushes but Benny and Eric, my coworkers?!?
Okay, wait - I know that sounds super creepy, but their doing so had nothing to do with me - you have to know the situation that explains it! π
For starters, remember that we were all 16 to 18 years old, working at a Swensen's sandwich-and-ice-cream restaurant.
More importantly, our new manager was curiously staying way too late at night after we closed and Benny and Eric suspected him of dealing cocaine out from the restaurant (for the record, he actually was, as was the cook, and the owner knew all about it, as she was a cocaine customer herself, but that's another story.)
Anyway, Eric wanted to be a cop, like his dad - and actually did become a Lexington cop - he became a sergeant with the Lexington PD π
So after they'd gotten a bit drunk with their buddies, the 5 of them got the bright idea of a sort of drunken stakeout to try to prove it π
So they drunkenly walked up to the restaurant where we worked at the strip mall and hid in the bushes to catch him in the act. I think one of them even had a video camera to film the people going in and out of the restaurant for proof, but I'm not sure about that part. π
So here I am, trying to find a polite way to get out of the car without giving this creeper a goodnight kiss, when all of the sudden I hear this ...
"Psst ... Chrystal ... psst" ... through our open car windows, from the bushes.
I get out of the car and was like "Benny? Eric? What are y'all doing, creeping around in the bushes outside work? π "
That at least gave me a great excuse to get away from the creep, to find out why my normally normal, mild-mannered coworkers were themselves uncharacteristically creeping around in the bushes of the restaurant where we worked, with their buddies lol.
My creeper date, the arm-rubbing weirdo, having no idea why they were there, was totally freaked out by this, thank God, and drove briskly away π
So I go over and sit in the bushes with them and find out it's a sort of "stakeout."
I'm like "Okay, well, you all realize that the 5 of you drunkenly trying to be quiet on some sort of poorly-planned stakeout - with an unclear goal of making some sort of citizen's arrest of our manager, who may or may not be dealing coke - are actually the loudest thing in this parking lot, right now? π "
"The only arrests that will be made in this scenario will be you all, for underage public drunkenness!" π
"But I appreciate ... whatever this is ... saving me from a disastrous date with an actual creep, as opposed to you all pretending to be creepers, hiding in our workplace shrubbery!"
So they realized I was right, they were too loud and too drunk and got up and decided to just leave.
But not before calling out to each other, from the bushes "Abort! We've blown our cover, abort mission!" while laughing hysterically at themselvesπ
Suddenly, Benny breaks away from the group, turns around and runs back to me and says ...
Ben: "Just so you know, if I wasn't dating Dana, I could easily fall in love with you. "
Me: "Benny, go home, you're drunk, you'll be sorry you said that tomorrow, you don't mean that. And you shouldn't say that because you ARE dating Dana."
Ben: "Okay, it's true I'm drunk, but I'm so serious, right now. I know I'd say it sober. I could fall in love with you."
And then he leaned over and gently kissed me - and I let him - cue the Jon Hughes movie kiss music π
Then he ran off with his friends into the night π
Then I felt horrible and tried to avoid him the next few weeks at work, but during quieter moments at work, he'd look over at me and go "Not drunk now, still mean it."
I'd say "Still Dana" and walk away π
He broke up with Dana a few weeks later, and on the same night he broke up with her, he rode his janky little motorcycle that he'd bought himself with the tips he'd made from work to my apartment and threw pebbles at my second-floor apartment window until I came to the window and opened it.
Then he yelled up something like, "Hey, Chrystal Smith - I broke up with Dana today. Do you think the weird artsy girl would now go out with soccer boy? Because I think he might be in love her." π
I yelled back, "Yes, the weird artsy girl would love to go out with the soccer boy - because she thinks she might be in love with him, too."
Then he said "Yesss! Great ... I mean, cool. I'll ... uh ... call you tomorrow" then rode off on his janky old little motorcycle π
Then my roommate - who'd been standing outside my bedroom door in her nightgown the whole time and heard the whole thing - and I squealed like idiots for like an hour afterwards, my roommate herself swooning about how that was the most romantic thing she'd ever heard in real life.
Dana, on the other hand, blamed me and hated me afterwards, but I honest-to-God respected their relationship, as did Ben, other than that kiss, which we both regretted and felt bad over, and he told her about the day he broke up with her, apologizing.
I think our coworkers knew we would be together eventually before we did, actually.
In fact, the only thing that pre-empted that kiss on stakeout night was we had a conversation a few days before about how our coworkers were all convinced we should be together and I'd said something like ...
"Yeah, I know they say that, but that could never happen. Hyper-popular soccer stars never go for shy, artsy, weird, screwed up girls like me, I think it's a law. That only happens in Jon Hughes movies. Dance-Team Dana, who is actually a nice person, from the perfect family with the perfect life is better for you."
He said something like "Okay, but don't sell yourself short. Perfect Dana isn't as perfect as you think or SHE thinks, actually. She's been pretty sheltered - a litttttle bit spoiled, even. My family had 8 kids, losing one of them, both parents work, my dad working two jobs, and she is nice, but she can't really relate. She doesn't understand hardship and financial struggle like we do"
"Also, what you don't know is that I was a shy, weird kid, and worse, the chubby kid on top of it, right up until freshman year, when soccer saved me. I know what it feels like to feel insecure, too. I doubt Dana would've taken a second look at me back then, but you would have."
"Yeah, there's shy, artsy, weird, anxious you, but there's also funny, smart, compassionate you, and someday, some guy is gonna fall head over heels in love with all of it ."
Then stakeout night, pebbles-at-the-window night, and the rest is history.π
Then, of course, I screwed it up, two years later, being consumed by my depression and anger with my family and expecting him and his family to fill that void and make up for all of it, as well as taking him for granted and a whole host of things I cringe when thinking about now (which again, did not include cheating).
(After that, I punished myself for years by hooking up with cheaters, pathological liars, and emotional/physical abusers, because I thought that's what I deserved, it was more familiar to me like my family, but that's an entirely different post.)
We've both likely changed a lot since then, both happily married now, with him living in Austin, TX - and still, your first love will always have a piece of your heart and you're grateful, right?
"The way we were" π₯²
That does NOT mean I'm not in love with my husband now, I most certainly am.
Mark is the best parts of all the ones that came before, put together π
But back to my point, just so you all know, I DO remember the good in all of you, there was a reason I initially dated you - I try to take the good and leave the rest behind - hope you can too π