This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.

In the early 1970s, I was in the Navy, and part of the first wave of inductees that had to attend classes on race relations. I had just graduated from a chocolate high school where I was robbed and beaten by blacks on a regular basis. It was horrible.

The class was led by one white and two blacks. They stood up in front of us and just ripped on whites. They complained that blacks in the Navy used to get all the crappy jobs. Even though that had since changed, they continued trashing the whites in the class. We broke up into subgroups and had to talk about how we were supposed to “feel.” Then, each one of us had to give a little presentation to the whole class about racism. When it was my turn, I said, “I grew up in a minority neighborhood as my family was poor. Since I never caused any of these problems I feel no guilt.”

The instructors were furious and started chastising me. There were about 15 Filipinos in the class, so I addressed them, “You people do all these crappy jobs the blacks used to do, so why don’t you have any representation up here?” They went ballistic and  started yelling at the “teachers” on stage: “Why aren’t we [Filipinos] being represented? We are doing the crappy jobs!”

When things finally calmed down, the instructors yelled at me and kicked me out of their class for my supposed “racism.” Then they issued me an Article 15 of insubordination. I laughed all the way back to my ship. The Article 15 was later dropped. This is just one of my many stories about dealing with non-whites.