How many times have you heard someone say, “I just want my kids to be happy!”
You’ve probably heard that phrase uttered when parents are trying to justify letting their children date outside their own race.
When Susie comes home to the family reunion, or Thanksgiving, or Christmas celebration to visit with friends, neighbors and extended family members, she brings along her “crush” that she’s been going steady with for the last six months.
The only problem is that her date is of a different race.
Then it gets more awkward when the father has to defend his daughter’s decision to date outside of their own race. The father is clearly uncomfortable with his daughter’s decision but he won’t denounce it. If he says anything at all, he’ll say, “I just want her to be happy…” and then he’ll quietly excuse himself to find another glass of wine to drown his secret disapproval of the affair.
These are the people that are so afraid of setting rules or limits for their children that they’ve condemned their offspring to a death sentence of secular indulgence. These are the same parents who fancy themselves to be cosmopolitan, accepting and tolerant of others, and enlightened. These are the people who refuse to disallow anything at all from their children, and reject none of their children’s choices for fear of being called bigots, intolerant, or the worst of all, a “bad parent.”
Just in case anyone was wondering what a parent’s job was, it’s to teach a child how to choose right from wrong, how to make educated and informed decisions, and how to not “fail at life.”
Making even basic choices and life decisions involves selecting one thing in favor of thousands (or millions) or other things. Parents are supposed to teach children how to decide in favor of some things and against others. It’s a parent’s job to teach children that not all things are acceptable, that all things are not equal, and that some choices are better than others.
G.K. Chesterton writes that “… he who wills to reject nothing, wills the destruction of will; for will is not only the choice of something, but the rejection of almost everything.”
Being called intolerant should be the last thing that anyone should worry about because you can’t choose to drink water without first rejecting the choice of drinking Drano, liquid starch, mouth wash, or the Miracle Gro fertilizer that you keep under the sink.
You wouldn’t call someone intolerant for refusing to drink oven cleaner, would you? That’s why it’s called “making a smart choice,” and it’s a hell of a lot easier to say than “intelligent exclusion.”
Above all else, it’s called being realistic and understanding the nature of a thing, and respecting the facts of science which make it beneficial to drink water. The same applies to choosing significant others.
You can’t have a family that looks like you, or identifies with your heritage and culture if you decide to marry outside your own race.
If you come to an exit on the interstate, you have to choose. You can’t take the exit and stay on the interstate. That’s not a trick question, it’s a fact.
Similarly, you can’t have a traditionalist lifestyle and an interracial relationship at the same time. Your uncle won’t see grandchildren that identify with him or his family’s traditional lifestyle and cultural practices after she marries outside of her own race. Again, that’s not a trick question, it’s a fact.
G.K. Chesterton explains why facts are a problem for irrational people, saying,
“The moment you step into the world of facts, you step into a world of limits. You can free things from alien or accidental laws, but not from the laws of their own nature. You may, if you like,free a tiger from his bars; but do not free him from his stripes. Do not free a camel of the burden of his hump: you may be freeing him from being a camel.”
Your cousin and her interracial “crush” cannot have a traditional family like the one her father raised her in, nor will her family get-togethers be the same as they were in years past. She can choose an interracial relationship, but she’s rejecting her familial identity and heritage.
She has to stay on the interstate, or take the exit. She can’t drive with two wheels in the ditch and two on the road, and all the while she’s speeding headlong into a wreck. Her father refuses to limit what she does, and weakly says, “I just want her to be happy…”
Parents who allow their children to drive the family identity into the ditch “freed” their children from the rules and limits of their rich traditions and cultural identity, all in the name of “happiness.”