Pointy Headed Loss

Dilbert by Scott Adams

You know it’s not everyday that the creator of one of my favorite comic strips tweets at me that I’m a racist, but apparently that’s what Scott Adams thinks of me.

Now he’s been described as prickly and a little odd these days and like Dennis Miller seems to have taken a bit of a turn politically that long time fans might find off-putting. Though I have no clear idea of what his political views are Adams has written things about this year’s presidential race that to me are quite disappointing.

Now in this year of turmoil he’s not the first white person to write or say something that as a black man have made me wish they’d, by all that’s holy please stop talking. Like actors in shows or films I love (Adam Baldwin) and in the case of Mr. Adams drawing Dilbert.

As a geek I felt particular affection for the strip. As a black man who got into tech at age 40, Silicon Valley has been alternatively a lonely place at times and a lucrative endeavor. Until recently I was almost always the only black guy at everyplace I worked and Dilbert’s struggles seemed to match my own.

The idiot bosses who think their useless app or social network was on par with curing cancer simply because they’d made a mad stack. The clueless frat boys and casual misogynists that in Silicon Valley were like the Pointy Headed Boss of his strips to me.

Anyway, I guess it irked him that I tweeted him recently expressing my wish that he’d kindly shut it with his Alt-Right sounding comments. I have no power to compel him to do so though he seems to think my lone tweet is threat to his free speech rights.

Really, I just wish he’d stop being creepy.

But fine, some random person criticizing me might not go over well with me either. But then he went there as so many have before, and said “those words”.

For 50 plus years my name has been a gay themed joke. And easy hit since junior high. For some reason Conservatives and Libertarians think calling me Dick Bottoms is a crippling take down, because gay people. Hilarious, and I’ve been hearing it since 1967.

You’d think a famous, rich & witty writer would be able to pull out a better insult than my nickname, which is kind of funny, if you’re uncomfortable around gay people or the type of sex they have.

On the other hand having lived 20 years as a straight man in the Bay Area, I don’t find gay people in any way icky nor do I consider it any kind of insult to infer from my name I might be gay. I’m not but so what if I was?

However, now Adams thinks I’m a racist to boot, as do a whole lot of the people who read him on Twitter, because I consider the whining & moaning of white men these days to be silly.

Adams and millions of other white men have directly or indirectly benefited from 150 years of Jim Crow terrorism, and how in the fifty years or so since it ended the stubborn resistance to progress. It’s easy to have full employment when you murder your competition, by lynching and castrating them if they dare to speak.

That’s the America my father grew up in and the one I was born into. White people bombed little girls, murdered civil rights workers when I was a kid. The KKK didn’t truly die until I was a young man, but thanks to the self-pitying so-called enlightened Millennial's post crash; they’re back.

Donald Trump represents the desire to turn back the clock on the gains of the last 60 years and a lot of folks support just that. The fact they’ve learned to not say nigger out loud only means the resentment and prejudice of this generation is harder to spot.

Now if Mr. Adams thinks my pointing that out makes me a racist that’s just fine & dandy. I’m prepared to say goodbye to a whole lot of people whose work I enjoyed or art I consumed.

White racism is a poison that has infected the country for 450 years or more. Just because you may like our music or Shonda Rhimes, Oprah, and Denzel it doesn’t mean you aren’t part of the problem.

The joke of the Pointed Headed Boss is he is clueless about what is going on around him even though he has power and money. That’s why I loved Dilbert, and why I’ll miss reading it.

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