White people, talk about your parents/culture

[Mill]

My Aunt has traced my family back pretty far on my Mom's side. We are direct descendants of Charlemagne, and came to this county in the late 1600's. We have family spread all over the East coast and down South, but have relatives in every state.

Edit- BTW, I am German/English with some Scottish and Cherokee Indian thrown in for good measure.

 

[NikPreviousAcct]

My mother is a right-wing conservative. My father was a left-wing fvcking asshole who had no concept of respect for authority or being faithful. My mom and my dad both grew up in Sunnyvale CA through elementry school, but my mom's family moved up here to Oregon for jr/sr high. My dad's family is from OK. My mom then moved back to CA and met up with my dad again, got married, got pregnant, he fvcked up way too many times so my mom threw him out on his ass, and my mom moved back up here to raise me. I grew up in a broken home with a mother who didn't have a spouse to keep her in check. I was basically raised by my grandfather (a good, decent, upstanding man who still believed in chivalry, honor, and ladies first) all those times my mother went haywire. I was pushed from an early age that grades don't mean crap as long as you're at least trying. Then I was pushed that if I didn't get an A in a subject, I was worthless. Then grades don't matter as long as I'm trying, and back and forth. Today, it's the arguement that college is the only way to be able to support your family in the future. Then it's that college doesn't matter, quality of life is determined by what you consider quality. Then back to college or you're worthless.

I was raised in a Christian church, trying to break out of legalism (which eventually happened). I played sports as a kid through the city leagues seeing as though I was put through a private school all of my life with the exception of 5th grade, where I met Viper GTS. It was either that or go to on of the state's worst (read: dumbest -that is, if you CAN read) highschools. My mother had alterior motives for keeping me in private schools, but the justification I found was good enough for me. I have kept what little faith I have left after scrutinizing what I thought faith was during HS and tossing out all the bullsh|t.

I grew up in a city where hispanics and rednecks were the only real "groups" getting in trouble. The police station moved half-way across town, demolished several houses, and built a new police station to cut down on crime. Where they moved, at the time, was one of the worst places for crime in the city. They thought the would just plop down right in the middle of it and fix it. Well, they did. My mother and I used to take license plates, descriptions of vehicles and people, etc. and turn the information into the cops every summer during the drug runs. I've seen people pass out in my own front yard after shooting up. I've seen 5 hispanic families that were crammed into a small two-bedroom house and garage get deported because when the cops were called that they had people living in the garage (against city law), they were found to be illegals. I've seen the Virginia Garcia clinic turn away people who needed medical attention because they were not hispanic, making them drive to the next fvcking city for medical attention, but accepting illegal aliens --and virtually all of the treatment available from that clinic paid for by the government.

Right now, I live on my own with a roommate that sucks balls and a mother who either begs me to move back home or says that when I get rich and have a house built for myself, that I can have a small house on the property where she can live too so that I will always be with her. Today, I have the pleasure of dating the most incredible, loving, caring, beautiful, and dynamic person that I have ever known. She is my world and I would do anything for her. One day I hope to be able to wake up next to her in my own home, prepare for another day at the office of my own company, and make plans to take my kids on a trip to various sight-seeing and theme park locations on my sabatical.

I find it amazing that I can't say a word about race in public without being called a racist, while people of all races EXCLUDING WHITES get more money for college out of grants and loans than I do, simply because they're not white. I hate the world and have one fvcking huge chip on my shoulder because of it. I am very sarcastic, bitter, and cynical, although that's just a defense mechanism for pain. I have a whole entirely different side of me that people who are willing to get to know me actually get to see.

I have a cable internet service that has been great to me until this past 1.5 weeks, I have a cat that drools when he purs, and I miss my grandfather terribly.

 

[Dragnov]

Originally posted by: Vic

Originally posted by: Gr1mL0cK
How ironic that you reference yourself as white but complain at the same time for being called that. If you don't want to be called white, then tell people instead of whining about it in yet another racism rant thread.

He wasn't complaining about being called white, he was complaing that the government calls him white but he gets called a racist if he calls African-Americans "black."

If african americans don't want to be called "black" because they think its racist, okay. It's not difficult for me to adjust.

But when a Caucasian american stops complaining about being called "white" even though he references himself as that, it makes no sense.

Again, STFU about it, or do something to change it. Don't just look for something to b1tch and moan about when you don't even follow it yourself.

 

[amcdonald]

Parents are liberal upper middle-class southerners. both of scottish descent. both very talented artists/musicians. nominally religious.

 

[Spamela]

i'm Euro-Teutonic. my ancestors came to the USA in the 19th century
from Germany.

my father was a conservative republican, my mother is a moderate republican.
i was raised protestant, but converted to Catholicism.

Being white is great. nobody follows you in a store because they think you
might be a shoplifter. police don't stop you for no reason just because
you drive a nice car or are in the wrong neighborhood. people don't
cross to the other side of the street when you approach.

i appreciate all cultures (well the food, at least).

 

[amcdonald]

Originally posted by: Gr1mL0cK

If african americans don't want to be called "black" because they think its racist, okay. It's not difficult for me to adjust.

But when a Caucasian american stops complaining about being called "white" even though he references himself as that, it makes no sense.

Again, STFU about it, or do something to change it. Don't just look for something to b1tch and moan about when you don't even follow it yourself.

Seriously, I would like to see you go to your local friendly black project/ghetto and exlpain this concept to the free-thinkers there. Bring a megaphone and make sure you use the "n" word in your arguement... remember the part about STFU and quit whining, they would love that part.

 

[Dragnov]

Originally posted by: amcdonald

Originally posted by: Gr1mL0cK

If african americans don't want to be called "black" because they think its racist, okay. It's not difficult for me to adjust.

But when a Caucasian american stops complaining about being called "white" even though he references himself as that, it makes no sense.

Again, STFU about it, or do something to change it. Don't just look for something to b1tch and moan about when you don't even follow it yourself.

Seriously, I would like to see you go to your local friendly black project/ghetto and exlpain this concept to the free-thinkers there. Bring a megaphone and make sure you use the "n" word in your arguement... remember the part about STFU and quit whining, they would love that part.

Do I think lots of the politcally correct stuff done by African Ameircans, black, or whatever the fsck they decide to call themselves is absurd, yes. Do I think they should STFU often also, yes.

So because they commit wrong, your free to commit wrong also? How about being the better person and actually realize the hypocrisy and not follow it?

 

[Vic]

Originally posted by: Gr1mL0cK

Originally posted by: Vic

Originally posted by: Gr1mL0cK
How ironic that you reference yourself as white but complain at the same time for being called that. If you don't want to be called white, then tell people instead of whining about it in yet another racism rant thread.

He wasn't complaining about being called white, he was complaing that the government calls him white but he gets called a racist if he calls African-Americans "black."

If african americans don't want to be called "black" because they think its racist, okay. It's not difficult for me to adjust.

But when a Caucasian american stops complaining about being called "white" even though he references himself as that, it makes no sense.

Again, STFU about it, or do something to change it. Don't just look for something to b1tch and moan about when you don't even follow it yourself.

I don't bitch about being called white. Where did you see me do that? Ever? And what's with that stick up your ass that you have to continually threadcrap with your BS agenda??

As for my culture, I am Irish-Scottish-English-Danish (anglo-celtic ).
On my paternal side, I am directly descended from Oregon Trail pioneers and one of the founders of the city of Portland. They were Irish who had escaped the potato famine, coming to America in the early 1840s.
On my maternal grandmother's side, I am descended from Mormon pioneers. She was of English descent. My maternal grandfather was a Danish immigrant who owned a fishing business in Seattle.
My father is a retired schoolteacher and a liberal. My mother doesn't do politics and stayed at home.

Grimlock, if you want to call me a Celtic-American, you can (but I don't require it). But you sure as hell better not call me a "Caucasian american."

 

[Encryptic]

Heritage is mixed German and English from what I gather. My parents are as whitebread as they come. Live in a small town, mostly white neighborhood, vote Republican. They can be conservative on some points but they're open-minded about others. For example, they were good friends with a lesbian couple for a long time.

 

[amcdonald]

Originally posted by: Gr1mL0cK

Do I think lots of the politcally correct stuff done by African Ameircans, black, or whatever the fsck they decide to call themselves is absurd, yes. Do I think they should STFU often also, yes.

So because they commit wrong, your free to commit wrong also? How about being the better person and actually realize the hypocrisy and not follow it?

First of all, you've taken the liberty of replacing the vowels in your name with numbers, so IMHO just about anyone is scoring higher than you on the "better person" scale. This guy is pointing out a double-standard, and he's obviously not asking to be referred to as european-american or whatever. He's seeing the double-standard where it says 'white' on his exam, but for other races are noted by their origin of descent.

 

[Dragnov]

I don't bitch about being called white. Where did you see me do that? Ever? And what's with that stick up your ass that you have to continually threadcrap with your BS agenda??

I wasn't reffering to you directly my man. I was just gettting tired of typing out "Caucasian" or "White" or whatever always labeling an entire group of people.

I'm not thread crapping with my BS agenda. This is somewhat of a parody thread of all these excsessive racism threads, and he did put in his rant of being a white person in.

I have nothing against you man. I don't know anything you've written that I don't particularly like.

 

[DurocShark]

Hmmm... True father's lineage is unknown. Mom married another man while preggie with me, and I've never met my father (Vader?.. bwahahah). My "dad" was polish/czech. My name is polish, taken from my dad. (Father's last name was Smith I believe).

My mom is typical midwestern heinz57 euro. Her family is irish/english/spanish/german/unknown. Hard to trace a family tree when none of the family wants to help.

 

[Dragnov]

First of all, you've taken the liberty of replacing the vowels in your name with numbers, so IMHO just about anyone is scoring higher than you on the "better person" scale. This guy is pointing out a double-standard, and he's obviously not asking to be referred to as european-american or whatever. He's seeing the double-standard where it says 'white' on his exam, but for other races are noted by their origin of descent.

First of all, grow up and stop doing personally attacks. My screename which I am too lazy to change (even more so since everyone here keeps chaning them and you can't recognize who is who anymore) has nothing to do w/ anything.

He is very well pointing a double standard, I agree, but I am pointing out the double standard in what he is saying also.

Did I offend anyone? Are you guys going to sue me?

 

[MrCodeDude]

If they would allow me to take a picture or scan the STAR 9 test, I could prove to you it only shows "white." I have no problem being called white, I just don't get it why the test would list everyone out by their ethnic name, yet just call Caucasians 'white.' Just pointing out hypocrisy.

 

[MrCodeDude]

Originally posted by: Gr1mL0cK
Did I offend anyone? Are you guys going to sue me?

No, but please leave the thread.
-- mrcodedude

 

[Lola]

My great grandparents came here from Austria before world war I. They worked for the Rockafellers in NY as servants, maids, etc.
They then moved to Hamtramck, MI in a very Polish neighborhood where they had my grandmother and great aunts and great uncles.

My dad and uncle were born in that same house in the 50's. They were broght up Catholic and went to a catholic school. My dad met my mom who was german/polish in detroit and got married about 3 months after they met. They lived above my grandma and grandpa for 6 years before having me. after that we moved to a cute neighborhood in a suburb of Detroit. Then, my brother was born. We were raised Catholic and we to the same school my dad went to.

Both parents had to work so we were taken care of by my grandparents and great aunts in that same house in hamtramck. Childhood was perfect. They took us everywhere they went. I learned how to read by the age of four becuse of the education they gave me. I loved going to school and enjoyed the neighborhood.

When my grandfather died, my two great aunts and grandma moved out of the "ghetto" which their once peaceful-quaint neighborhood was becoming and into a nice house in the suburbs.

My parents got a divorce and both my brother and I lived with my dad and step-mom.

Soon after the divorce, my mom got lymphomia and was sick for about 1 year. (That was the WORST year of my life).

It made me hate school, and my stepmother. She overcame cancer and is living with my brother in a beautiful house. My dad moved into the "country". I moved in with my boyfriend and life is good.

To make this long story even longer... i am proud of who i am and where i came from. Yes, i am proud to be white. I have learned one thing in life that has kept me going... i was never given anything i couldnt handle. there were times i was ready to end it, but now, i realized that life is for the living and there is no day better than today. CARPE DIEM!

 

[wyvrn]

Any thread here with mention of ethnicity or background brings out the most insecure people, geez!

I am mostly German, my father was German descent but my mother was mix of Irish and I think a small percentage Native American. My culture consists of sports, both played and watched, washing my car on the weekends, barbecues, video games, and apple pie which is one of my favorites I love to read, learn about anything and everything, and love to travel. I am usually conservative politically but have liberal tendencies here and there thanks to my mother and my somewhat alternative lifestyle growing up (small family). I currently live in an Asian household which has really broadened my horizons, and also made me love my country and culture more than ever for realizing what I have. Lastly, I am addicted to ATOT which thankfully hasn't lowered my grades or caused me to get divorced

 

[Maetryx]

My parents are from two different generations, although only separated by 7 years. My father is a WWII baby, born on 4/4/44. My mother is a Baby Boomer born in 1951, (class of '69). They met at a skating rink in Eugene, Oregon when my father stole my mom from her date. He was 24, and she was 17. They got married at those ages.

My father had dropped out of school in the 8th grade because his own father had passed away when he was 13, in Sacramento, California. My mother dropped out of highschool after a few weeks of her senior year (1968). The only new car my father has ever owned was a 1967 VW Bug. My mother was screwing around in the parking lot of the highschool and slid the car sideways over a curb. She broke both back axles.

In the summer of '69, my mother gave birth to my sister. The young family moved to Everett, Washington. My mother became pregnant again about a year later. But then my father got in trouble with the law due to poaching. My parents, (mom pregnant with me) moved into a bus converted into a mobile home and took up a journey across the United States. I don't know where all they stopped, but essentially they would run out of money in some town, and then my dad would find some temporary work. I do know that he packed chickens into boxes or something for a while. He would be exhausted everyday.

They made it all the way to the east coast, where they stopped two blocks from the Atlantic Ocean. My mother did not think of the significance. They turned back and headed west once again. My mother never did see the Atlantic Ocean until she flew to Florida in 2001, thirty years later.

My father made his way back to Everett, Washington where his outstanding warrant awaited him. It was a fine. He paid it. I was born in Everett, Washington in 1971. My parents decided to get me and my sister some Social Security numbers. They differ by only a few digits, inspite of the 20 months that separate our births. They decided to move back to Oregon.

Back on the south Oregon coast, my father worked at a doomed wood mill, and sometimes drove log truck. He got his job by going to the mill everyday and bullshitting with the managers, drinking their coffee and telling them he would be back everyday until they had a position for him. One day he came in late, but the managers were very releived. They had a job for him and they feared that he had finally given up when he didn't show at his normal time.

By 1977 their fighting was getting to be constant. My mother had got blasted on some controlled substance or other and wrecked my dad's Firebird. She was sleeping in until 3PM, when my father would come home from the mill. Then she would want him to stay up late with her and party or whatever.

As children, me and my sister were pretty oblivious to the problems. Things just "are" when you are a kid. I watched Underdog on TV and played Pong. I had an Underdog "piggie" bank. I liked to look at the wheat pennies. Sometimes I fell asleep outside in the warm sand and then wet my pants. The sand would be all stuck down the front of me.

We had a cousin nearby. That's like a sister that only comes over sometimes. She was between me and my sister in age. She was always teaching us about what naked people do. We would dutifully attempt the various suggestions. My mother told me that if we kept it up, our babies would be ugly... whatever that meant.

Then there was a terrible fight which ended when my father threw a box of breakfast cereal on the floor, making a scatter all over the kitchen. My mother cried and picked it up and put it in an ashtray. Although I was only six years old, I remember the bare wooden floor of that kitchen as vivid as anything. I have no idea what they were fighting over.

In the morning my mother spoke to me and my sister in a way no grownup had ever spoken to us. With leading questions and innuendos, she made me and my sister agree that we should leave dad and never come back. Psychologically, she wanted to share this guilty burden.

She left a note for my dad on the table and we put some toys in a car and we drove away. Away to her mother's in California. Away from Dad. I've often wondered what it felt like for him to arrive home and find an empty, quiet cold house. I see the house as dirty and hollow, the note as a weapon. I bet he cried and apologized for everything he had ever done and there was no one to forgive him.

We drove into the furnace of Bakersfield, California in the summer of 1977.

 

[tokamak]

My parents are pretty conservative folks. My dad says he is from the south, but he was born and went to college in the north. After college he spent a little time working in the oil business, then he worked for a professional sports team. He's got a pretty good job now. Maybe hes not the smartest guy in the world, but he's the boss of a lot of people and he's pretty well-liked. My mom is from the south. She's a librarian. There was never a lot of pressure on me to make good grades, but people from my family typically get into pretty good colleges. You might say we have connections. I've got a couple of sisters as well. They're pretty homely, but they make up for it by partying hard.

 

[digitalsm]

Well Im 50% Irish, 25% English, 12.5% German, 12.5% Polish.

My paternal grandfather ancestors came here in the early colonial days, so it might not be 25%, but thats been the best guess. My paternal grandmother parents come over in the early 1900s.

My maternal grandparents ancestors came over in the early 1800s. Settled in the south.

Some of my maternal and paternal ancestors fought on different sides in the civil war.

My great grandmothers second husband(first one died), killed a man(or men) in east Texas, and was chased out of the state by Texas Rangers. The SOB also molested my grandmother, and beat his four step sons.

Now my parents? My dad is umm, lets just sum it up this way, hes 50, and has been living off his parents for most of his adult life. After running my grandparents highly profitable farm into the ground in the 1970s, he then tried his had at other buisnesses and well ran those in the ground as well. He also, at one point in the mid 80s, claimed he was with the CIA and we had to go or we would be killed. Ive come to the conclusion he heavily used LSD at one point in the late 70s/early 80s but thats just my opinion. He weaseled his way out of Vietnam as well. I dont have any form of relationship with my father. I occassionally see my grand parents though, so I sometimes see him, since he lives on their property. My parents go a divorce in '88.

Now my mom is well, shes mental. She never wanted to be a parent, and was never a parent, in any sense. She even told me she didnt know how to be a parent recently. I mean christ after three kids in 8 years, youd think she learned enough by then to be somewhat of a parent to me. Nope. Shes been selfish all of her life putting herself before any of her kids. She would follow a man to where ever he was. I moved 8 freaking times in 6 years. She abandoned me twice(my other sibilings were well out of the house at that point). Back to the mental part, sometimes she tries to pass it off as it being her moms fault, because her mom was mean, etc etc. But I and her Dr both think she is bi polar/more than "depressed". Shes been this was all my life, ive seen the cycles, and have had to deal with her the most. I mean shes tried all the drugs for depression, non have worked, she gone to therapy for years. But she refuses to take bi polar medication to even see if it works. Ive seen her go from "normal" to severaly depressed and sucidial, to extremely manic, to an uncontrolable rage, and back to normal in the span of 24 hours. There have been times she been psychotic. I dropped out of highschool three weeks into my first freshmen year, because if I wasnt at home my mom wouldnt go to work, etc. If I hadnt of stayed home she would have just layed in bed severly depressed all day, and we would have been homeless. Then we moved again, and I actually completed my second freshmen year, even though I was absent like 40 days, maybe more, I missed the entire 5th 6 weeks, but I had mostly As , one B and one C so they just passed me, with out a school board hearing. It was during that time she abandoned me for a second time. She said heres $20 order a pizza, and didnt come back. Stupid me I ordered a pizza, $20 becomes $10, and I had to use the $10 to live off of for almost 2 weeks. The only reason she came back really was there was an APB out there, and she got pulled over in Wyoming.

Hows that for dysfunctional?

 

[AlienCraft]

Southern , white anglo saxon protestant. Southern Baptist . From Scots -Irish - British heritage. Most of them came over during the potato famine. They were Confederates.

Great Great Great Great Great Great Great grandfather (paternal) was Governor of South Carolina for a time, Great great great great great uncle was a Sgt in the "War of Northern Aggression" who died in battle.
Grandfather (paternal) was one of the first Electricians in rural South Carolina. Helped to wire Anderson to the Power Grid.
Great Grandfather (paternal) was sheriff of Anderson County and was a strikebreaker during the labor strikes in the late 19th/ early 20th century textile / labor reformations.

Grandfather (maternal) was a Navy CPO during WW2 who was in Halsey's fleet and served in the "Marianas Turkey Shoot" among other great battles. Taught Machine Shop at Florence Technical College and was a buddy of Cale Yarborough's (Original NASCAR Champ). He was buddies with Strom Thurmond. Got me an appointment, which I declined, to the Naval Academy. It was 1975 and I didn't trust the Government any farther than I could spit. Still don't.

Mom's family, for the most part were rural farmers/ sharecroppers.
Mom did a geneology research project a few years back and followed her family all the way back to the Highlands of Scotland. She says we were at The Battle of Culloden, representin'! < see the movie Braveheart for a movie synopsis of Culloden.
Greatgrandfather (maternal) was a Rum Runner. Moonshiner for the masses. Big old Scots/ American bear of a man. He and Granny were married their entire lives. Taught me to shoot and defend myself. He used to make me hit a Coke bottle cap w/ a .22, BEFORE I could drink the Coke. The cap would be on a tree trunk about 35 yards away.

Most of the family worked in the textile mills up to my dad. He went in the USAF and got into the Nuclear Technology Program. Thus, he did TDY's into Soviet airspace, sampling for fallout, which we didn't learn until just a few years ago. Got out of the AF and went into Nuclear Medicine.

I refused the Armed Forces siren song and followed my ambition.
I, too, was denied admission to the Ca. University system because I was white and even though Mom and Dad were divorced, we were just over the line, financially. I went to Community college for a couple of half assed years. I'll ask everyone to read Cobalt's diatribe about "angry, cynical and bitter" and leave it at that, I'll just say, "Me too!"
Went into the music business , worked with "Rock Stars" and wannabes from 1979 to the present. I've known Bill Graham on a first name basis and have recorded enough commercial release to garner admission to the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences. and there we are.
My cat answers me when I say "Hi" or "good morning" and gives me "the look" when I go to work. and always sleeps at the foot of my bed. She like to get in front of the monitor, like she's doing right now. Which means it's time to do something else, like PLAY with her.

Dad = Masters of Hospital Admin. / Electronics Genius / Clarinet Player / Retired
Mom = Bachelors / English / Ca. Teaching Cert. / PacBell Fraud Investigator / Retired
Me = College Drop out*, Electronics/Recording-Live Sound Engineer Music....
Brother= Master Sgt. Hydraulics spec./ USAF ... Vet Desert Storm / Anderson Police Reserve / Armorer- RangeMaster / BMW USA... Making the Z series for the world!


* but feeling really guilty about it so I'm going to finish the degree in Music Production / Technology. Hell, I could probably teach the class. < like I did in Electronic Music in 1976...
I'll admit that being on this forum has rekindled my desire to finish what I started in '75.
Can't really preach to 16 yo nephew about any of that while still unfinshed on my own account, now can I?

 

[jjones]

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy - the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.

 

[Red Dawn]

I come from a White Middle Class Californian background. My Folks were good parents who bailed me out of jail both times I was arrested when I was a teenager. Father is a Democrat Union Man and Mother is a Republican Bible Thumper though she never forced religion on me. My sister is an Alpha Male and hard to be around and my nephews were dropped on their heads when born and are impossible to be in the same room with.

Typical White Family I guess.

 

[Encryptic]

Originally posted by: jjones
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy - the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.

"But Dad, we had a breakthrough in group!"

"I had the group liquidated, you little sh!t. They were insolent."