Gary Hubbell wrote this column in February, and I have to admit that I’ve just now gotten around to reading it. It’s timely though, it fits rather well with the tit-for-tat going on with the Democrats right now. People on the Right in general, and the White Man in particular, have for over forty years now had accusations thrown at us like rockets at southern Israel. We’ve been accused of being racists, bigots, sexists, homophobes, and every kind of evil that is wrong with society, and the world. We’re told that our way of life is the cause of all ill in the world.
The way it connects with the Democrat’s current problems is thus: they have been the ones slinging the arrows all these years. Yet somehow, now they are accusing each other of being sexists and racists. Why is this? I submit that it is due to their own latent bigotry boiling to the surface. The Democrat party is built upon Identity Politics. When they look at a person, they don’t see a person. They see a group. They see a black man, or a woman, or a homosexual, or a union member, or an anti-war protester. They see not individuals, but big lumps of people. They see the color of your skin, or your sex, or your sexual orientation. They don’t look at the content of one’s character, but they very specifically look at the color of a person’s skin.
When you look at people and only see a group, not an individual, that by definition makes you a bigot. This has colored their mindset so completely, that they simply assume that everyone else is a bigot as well. Well, Democrats (I don’t include all Democrats here, only the leftist ones), as the Right Rev. Wright might say, your chickens are coming home to roost. You’ve had a free ride, so long as you had the horrible white man to pick on and sling your arrows at. But now that you have two competing Identities fighting for the top slot, and to be the first non-white-male President, your latent bigotry is coming out, and in (dare I say) spades. The accusations back and forth have often been silly, because you have trained people to be such thin-skinned ninnies, soover-sensitive, that both sides are squealing anytime anyone mentions anything.
Part of me, as the recipient of these accusations for so long, is feeling some sweet schadenfreude right now. Ha. Time you got some of your own medicine. There’s another part of me, however, that is sad. Sad for America. Sad that your Identity Politics strategy is toppling and is tearing the country, or part of it anyway, apart. We’re supposed to have come so far, and your policies of putting people into little categories is taking us three steps back. Shame on you.
On to the Angry White Man. Mr. Hubbell nails this completely. Don’t just look at the ‘white’ part of it, nor is he making this to be a Republican thing. The Angry White Man crosses all boundaries, is all over the country. The Angry White Man has a wife of similar views right by his side.
There is a great amount of interest in this year’s presidential elections, as everybody seems to recognize that our next president has to be a lot better than George Bush. The Democrats are riding high with two groundbreaking candidates — a woman and an African-American — while the conservative Republicans are in a quandary about their party’s nod to a quasi-liberal maverick, John McCain.
Each candidate is carefully pandering to a smorgasbord of special-interest groups, ranging from gay, lesbian and transgender people to children of illegal immigrants to working mothers to evangelical Christians.
There is one group no one has recognized, and it is the group that will decide the election: the Angry White Man. The Angry White Man comes from all economic backgrounds, from dirt-poor to filthy rich. He represents all geographic areas in America, from urban sophisticate to rural redneck, deep South to mountain West, left Coast to Eastern Seaboard.
His common traits are that he isn’t looking for anything from anyone — just the promise to be able to make his own way on a level playing field. In many cases, he is an independent businessman and employs several people. He pays more than his share of taxes and works hard.
The victimhood syndrome buzzwords — “disenfranchised,” “marginalized” and “voiceless” — don’t resonate with him. “Press ‘one’ for English” is a curse-word to him. He’s used to picking up the tab, whether it’s the company Christmas party, three sets of braces, three college educations or a beautiful wedding.
He believes the Constitution is to be interpreted literally, not as a “living document” open to the whims and vagaries of a panel of judges who have never worked an honest day in their lives.
The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he’s willing to pick up a gun to defend his home and his country. He is willing to lay down his life to defend the freedom and safety of others, and the thought of killing someone who needs killing really doesn’t bother him.
The Angry White Man is not a metrosexual, a homosexual or a victim. Nobody like him drowned in Hurricane Katrina — he got his people together and got the hell out, then went back in to rescue those too helpless and stupid to help themselves, often as a police officer, a National Guard soldier or a volunteer firefighter.
His last name and religion don’t matter. His background might be Italian, English, Polish, German, Slavic, Irish, or Russian, and he might have Cherokee, Mexican, or Puerto Rican mixed in, but he considers himself a white American.
He’s a man’s man, the kind of guy who likes to play poker, watch football, hunt white-tailed deer, call turkeys, play golf, spend a few bucks at a strip club once in a blue moon, change his own oil and build things. He coaches baseball, soccer and football teams and doesn’t ask for a penny. He’s the kind of guy who can put an addition on his house with a couple of friends, drill an oil well, weld a new bumper for his truck, design a factory and publish books. He can fill a train with 100,000 tons of coal and get it to the power plant on time so that you keep the lights on and never know what it took to flip that light switch.
Women either love him or hate him, but they know he’s a man, not a dishrag. If they’re looking for someone to walk all over, they’ve got the wrong guy. He stands up straight, opens doors for women and says “Yes, sir” and “No, ma’am.”
He might be a Republican and he might be a Democrat; he might be a Libertarian or a Green. He knows that his wife is more emotional than rational, and he guides the family in a rational manner.
He’s not a racist, but he is annoyed and disappointed when people of certain backgrounds exhibit behavior that typifies the worst stereotypes of their race. He’s willing to give everybody a fair chance if they work hard, play by the rules and learn English.
Most important, the Angry White Man is pissed off. When his job site becomes flooded with illegal workers who don’t pay taxes and his wages drop like a stone, he gets righteously angry. When his job gets shipped overseas, and he has to speak to some incomprehensible idiot in India for tech support, he simmers. When Al Sharpton comes on TV, leading some rally for reparations for slavery or some such nonsense, he bites his tongue and he remembers. When a child gets charged with carrying a concealed weapon for mistakenly bringing a penknife to school, he takes note of who the local idiots are in education and law enforcement.
He also votes, and the Angry White Man loathes Hillary Clinton. Her voice reminds him of a shovel scraping a rock. He recoils at the mere sight of her on television. Her very image disgusts him, and he cannot fathom why anyone would want her as their leader. It’s not that she is a woman. It’s that she is who she is. It’s the liberal victim groups she panders to, the “poor me” attitude that she represents, her inability to give a straight answer to an honest question, his tax dollars that she wants to give to people who refuse to do anything for themselves.
There are many millions of Angry White Men. Four million Angry White Men are members of the National Rifle Association, and all of them will vote against Hillary Clinton, just as the great majority of them voted for George Bush.
He hopes that she will be the Democratic nominee for president in 2008, and he will make sure that she gets beaten like a drum.
Gary Hubbell is a writer, photographer, location scout for films and photo shoots, and a ranch real estate broker. He writes a monthly column for the Aspen Times Weekly. He can be reached at
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