Quote Originally Posted by Rob Wright
Same here Dread, same here.

Rob
They have forsaken the blood in their veins and have become mongrels in the true sense of the word. In their ignorance, they have become nothing of consequence.

I try not to hate them. I do pity them. They do not wish to remember the past because they feel it is worthless to them.

A kilt can be a visual sign of the acceptance of your heritage. And for some people, this can be a very bitter pill to swallow. For my mother, and a lot of my close family, some of her brothers and sisters and such, they reject their white blood completely. They hate white people, even though they claim otherwise. They want nothing, and I mean NOTHING to do with that part of their bloodline. The Sicilians in my family on my mother's father's side treated them worse than dogs because they were half breeds. They were made to eat from a different table. (Outside) They were raised with open contempt. Every hour of every day my grandfather and his children were reminded that they were a source of endless shame to the family. He was a bitter man. He was a raging alcoholic because of the constant acidic remarks about him, his wife, and his children. And most of them have a slow simmering hatred of white folk... And see my kilt as a sign of Caucasian culture, which drives them absolutely batty. When one of my mother's brothers found out I wear a kilt, from what I understand, he was positively livid. Of course, there is nothing I could ever do to gain any real acceptance into my family... It is held against me that my mother got knocked up by "one of those filthy cockroach Cubans." Like it's my fault that it happened. But I am a visable reminder of the event. As a child, by these members of my family, I wasn't even called by my real name... I was called Cockroach. Ugh.

Mayhap I am stupid or something... But I fail to understand how a garmet could inspire so much hatred. And I still don't understand why I, or anybody else in my situation, should have to pay for their parent's mistakes.

Oh wow... This turned in to quite a post. Sorry if I poked any emotional buttons for anybody, but somehow this poked mine. Been digging up old bones lately, have a lot on my mind.

Anyhoo, if somebody in the family doesn't like it... They can do perverse and nearly impossible acts of sexual gratification with themselves.

Bah!