How To Deal With Trolls: Ignorant Foreigners In Thailand Backing Racism

Wow, I was getting ready and in the routine this morning when I saw a YouTube comment.  My jaw-dropped, one of my eyes squinted, and then I bursted out laughing.

If only I could’ve used that comment down below to show you the lunacy of this specific individual (likely a 50+ year-old sex/wife tourist residing in Thailand), it would’ve made for a some great comedy.

I was called a MISOGYNIST.

LOL!

Wait, let me get my breath back.

Ummmm, why would I hate women?  Huh?

Why would I hate Thai women? Women who I thought were remarkably open-minded the first time I met them back in 2012 until I saw their true nature in 2013?

How could you even back the fact that Thai women are blatantly and openly racist towards all colored men, especially black?

I was blown away at this individuals lack of empathy, empathic listening, and autobiographical response to a situation.  He took everything literally and got very defensive about something I said two years ago? However, no way would he ever comment on my podcasts today.  So, what’s the problem? What’s bothering this particular individual and what has irked him? He has an extreme amount of intolerance and doesn’t want to stand on my side of the line, so I’m guessing he too, is a sex/wife tourist who’s of the half-century mark and has a Thai wife who’s half his age.

I have the upmost compassion for individuals like this, but it’s time to face what isn’t working. Here’s my rant in the podcast down below.

https://www.spreaker.com/user/thearseniobuckshow/how-to-deal-with-trolls-ignorant-foreign_1

Ramble of Positivity: 5th Anniversary In Thailand

It’s been an unbelievable 5 years.  Wow, how can I even put it into context. I will try highlighting this through pictures.

First Three Years

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You understand where my focus was, right? 2013-2015 were the rough years with lots of racial influences, advertisements, and me focusing on “what I didn’t want.” I had a woman from Thai Airways threaten my life, stating that she would get dangerous people to kick my face in.  I got the “ewww black man! Low-class! Pimp!” comments from lots of women.  I was denied jobs for being black.  My language center (New Education World if you must know the name) denied me dozens of jobs stating, “ohhh, they want a white teacher.”  All of these culminated for three years (and even well into this year after cutting off the unknowledgeable job)…..until the beginning of 2016.

Then this happened…..

Last Two Years

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And just like that, within two years time, I was able to overcome all of the ignorance — ignorance that I saturated myself in.  Let’s look back at the years that transformed me into the influential figure I am.  It’s time for the ramble!

My first photo, which was taken at a night safari deep in some forest in Bali, is possibly the best trip I’ve ever had in my life.  Bali, an alluring island that’s tucked away in the bottom of Indonesia, was one of those chips that changed me as a human being.  It should’ve been the trip that made me quit my current job, but it never crossed my mind.  This island is inhabited with white sandy beaches, quiet beachside fronts, jungles, monkeys, and a rich history.  The indigenous people there are full of smiles, big round eyes, and possess such a wonderful heart.

The second Spartan Race, which took place in Chon Buri, Thailand, was a memorable WALK.  I’m kidding.  However, I’m not kidding about it just being a long walk.  Regardless of laziness and the willingness to push yourself, this was one of my favorite runs because the amount of smiles and people pushing each other.

Maldives.  I’m laughing while writing this because this was a country that featured no currency.  That’s right.  I went there with Thai currency, only to be turned away and had no means of getting any currency while I was there.  Until I was met with the most incredible gesture anyone has ever given me.  This trip, which could’ve been a hell of a lot better, taught me a lot about myself in general.

Ho Chi Mihn City – the city of beautiful souls.  Well, not all.  I got cussed out roadside by a Vietnamese boy who was soliciting me for services *curling eyes*.  Going inside the remnants war museum and seeing the pure destruction the USA Army unleashed upon all Vietnamese crippled me inside.  Not only that, but it made me realize how strong-willed the Vietnamese are.

First Spartan Race in Malaysia (and the one just two weeks ago) were FUN! Wait, I’ll take that back. The first Spartan race SUCKED.  Ok, yes….it was near public transportation (versus the last one that was in the middle of a damn jungle), but there weren’t comedians or anyone cheering each other on – on the course.  Get what I’m saying? But a Sprint and Super have been achieved.  It’s time for the BEAST!

Moving into my new condo and leaving a place that was killing my insides…was a monumental feature.  I believe I brought all the pain from the beginning of the years to my last job and it held me down.  I took the leap of faith, left, and I could finally breathe again.

Anyways, enough of that.  How about checking some things off my list! Sheraton Hotel, which is a five-star hotel in KL, was put on my 101 goals list in 2015 — ACHIEVED! It wasn’t the only one to join the “checking” list with several others being highlighted.

And last but not least, the trip back to Arizona — a place I haven’t been in years.  I competed in a Tough Mudder after fighting off food poisoning (courtesy of Singapore Airlines – Thank You!).

All in all, when I was looking in my camera roll on my iPhone, I began to tear up.  How was I able to overcome all of it?

Personal development, of course.  5 years in Thailand and I still go through the craziness of it all.  So, I want to just say THANK YOU to no only my loyal followers and supporters, but the fact that I never gave up.

Rising Above The Madness

A series of these blogs could potentially coming out over the next several months until I agree upon my next destination.

The term “rise above it” came from a comical character I used to work with.  This was a 70-year-old Anglo man in one of the most anglo countries on planet Earth (Thailand).  I would tell him about my situations, and even what had happened last year and he shrugged it off like it was nothing.

How come is it that men, of all colors, just cannot show empathy and sympathy for their fellow men, regardless of creed, color, ethnicity, and cultural backgrounds?  On the other hand, if this many would’ve stood up for me when the going got going, the outcome could’ve potentially been much different.

It’s like the story I told sometime last year about the African American woman and Anglo woman in the store.  The Anglo woman had been going to this particular store for two weeks.  The African American had been going there for more than two years.  When both women approached the counter, the clerk greeted the Anglo woman with a big smile: and that same smile was changed right upside down when the African American woman approached the camera.  Yes, the African American woman greeted her with a big smile, just as the Anglo woman did.

This clerk went on to give the African American woman a very hard time, checking the check to see if it was real.  Thankfully, the Anglo woman spoke up and said, “ummm, excuse me. Why are you doing this to this woman?”

The clerk responded, “because I don’t know her…and I know you?”

“You’ve only known me for two weeks.  This lady has been coming here for over two years.”

That little difference means everything in the world.  If people can just speak up in the wake of a racially influenced situation, the world can rise above the world.

That particular gentleman, who I still have to see everyday of my life, just needed to hear my story and show empathy.  Instead, he deflected, like one of the world leaders, and told me to simply “rise above it.”

Easy for you to say.

But I will rise above it.  I have risen above it.  Looking back on the last five years of my life in Thailand, I’ve risen against pure insanity.  The comments I’ve gotten from everyone — to the failed job interviews because of the color of my skin — I am enough.

So many people around the world, including a singer by the name of Lil Kim, chose and still chooses to bleach their skin to make themselves more “fair.”  And because of the events where sympathy and empathy lacked, these individuals ultimately altered their skin tone because they were tired of being made fun of.

I’m challenging everyone to stand up for your fellow samaritan by your side in situations such as this.

I’m Not BLACK & You’re Not WHITE.

Let that phrase sink in it bit.  We have been conditioned and categorized our entire lives like a damn canned food item at our local food market.  Labels – such as disabled, black, white, muslim, buddhist, liberal, conservative….all of which has divided this world completely over the last…150 years? Maybe?

Let’s say you came out the womb today, what would you be? What name would you have? Everything has been given to us from our baby years, to our adult years.

In Thailand, I’m just a “black man.” Therefore, the stereotypes that come with “black men” are: pimp, drug-dealer, thief, convict, hooligan, among so many other names.  However, if I was white, I would be deemed as a holy being that is rich and lovely.

I love what Muhammad Ali said during an interview four decades ago back in England.

“Momma, how come Jesus is white? Blonde hair and blue eyes? Angels are white? How come everyone in the last supper is white?”

“Momma, when we die, we will go to heaven, right?”

Mother answers, “naturally we will.”

Muhammad Ali, “well are there any black angels up there?”

“Oh, I know.  The white angels are up in heaven, too.  So, the black angels are in the kitchen preparing the milk and honey.”

-Tarzan was the king of the jungle in Africa – he was white.

-Miss America was always white.

-The angel fruitcake was the white cake and the devil fruitcake was the chocolate cake.

-The president lives in the white house.

-Snow White was white.

On The Other Hand

-The ugly duckling was a black duck.

-The black cat was bad luck.

-If I’m going to threaten you I’m going to blackmail you.

At the end of the conversation, he told his story about winning an olympic gold medal and went back home standing tall – hoping to get something to eat in a restaurant in Louisville, Kentucky where things weren’t integrated back then.  He sat down, ordered….and the woman said, “we don’t serve negroes.”

He replied, “well I don’t eat them either! Go back there and fix me my food!”

*Laughter*

He was thrown out…but the point I’m trying to make is this has been imbedded in our subconscious minds since the picture was invented.  How come every love story revolves around a white character?  Honestly, sit down and think about it.  The Jetsons, the Flintstones, the Rugrats, Doug Funny, Salute Your Shorts, Are You Afraid of The Dark, Nickelodeon was an extremely white network.  However, the only somewhat “black” cartoon I saw while I was young was Bebe’s Kids.  A bunch of bad a$$ African Americans.

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I wish I was making this up, but unfortunately….it’s true.

This labelling has to be abolished in humanity wants to move forward.  Is it going to be overnight – NO! It’s going to take an individual sticking up for other individuals.  If you see someone being mistreated anywhere for their gender, creed, color, it’s up to you to butt in and do what’s right.  When these things start to happen, the influences that are left behind on passerbys will stick with them forever.

One person at a time.

Do the right thing.