Any body who has a constructive reply please feel to respond..
I’m not a racist and do not discriminate.. and guess what life is so much better with love and peace..
I have friends of every race and ethnic background and I will bet that the number of non racial people in Toronto with outnumber the racial people in Toronto by 10 times..
Lets do this.. all of us work at it … will it ever be perfect ??.. No… but we can get close..

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@LAINE: you pretty clearly WANT to believe whites are superior, otherwise you’d notice the endless evidence to the contrary. oh and science proves nothing but “the facts speak for themselves”? you do realize you’re just SAYING WORDS [like Sam] without any actual substance behind them, right? are we “helping everyone” when we commit genocide/enslave/rape/torture/steal? you’re just another white supremacist spewing crap. nice ableist use of “blind” to mean ignorant, also [/sarcasm].

@Crackerjack: yeah, sure, it’s racialized people’s fault they’re oppressed, damn them for pointing out our white supremacist oppression, because that’s what makes us bigoted and makes them oppressed, sure sure [/sarcasm].

@Shep: this is not about YOU or how allegedly not-racist you are. and please don’t go into that “don’t generalize about white people, you’re a reverse-racist!!!!!” stuff.

@ihateItalians: way to intentionally miss the whole point, time-wasting troll.

I just tried this. I watched 2 You Tube videos, one of a white violinist and one of an Asian violinist. 1st time round, I just watch their *mouth*. Nothing else. Yup. the white people all seemed to be into it, and the Asian was completely dead.

2nd time around, I watched everything but their mouths. The Asian violinist really really really really really came to life all of the sudden. It was breathtaking. She moves the most, she flows the most, she has it all in the crinkle on the corner of her eye. All the white people playing looked positively bored compared to her. SHE was the most emotional person playing–ALL EXCEPT HER MOUTH!

THAT’S why you look ‘emotionless’. Not because we’re ‘cruel’ or ‘insensitive’ or ‘mean’ or ‘hate other people’ but because WE’RE LOOKING AT YOUR MOUTH!

Now, instead of dissing us, TELL US WHERE TO LOOK!

I could really use where to look on Black people too. From this perspective, I’m not uncomfortable around black people because I’m an insensitive jerk or a racist piece of scum. I’m uncomfortable because THEIR NEUTRAL MOUTHS LOOK CRANKY TO ME! They bend down. On a white person, a bent down mouth equals a frown, which means the person wearing it hates you. Where do black people look when reading expressions?

To see where I’m coming from, imagine trying to read people’s facial expressions your whole life by looking only at their ears and forehead. That’s it. People who can wiggle their ears all seem to be full of life, emotional, human people. People who don’t (or can’t) wiggle their ears seem like insensitive zombies. Then someone tells you to make eye contact. WHAM! Suddenly most of the world is people.

Unfortunately, it’s ‘racist’ to talk about race, so of course we get left out in the cold when it comes to going ‘yes, I look different than you. That does have meaning. It means that because I look different than you, I read faces differently than you, and because of that, when you sit across the room and we make eye contact, you look happy/sad/cranky/grumpy’. Then the other person says “What?! I wasn’t feeling that at all. I was feeling uncomfortable/bored/nothing/tired’, didn’t you see my eyes? “Uh, no, I was looking at your mouth”. “What the hell were you looking there for?” “When I was a baby, my mom smiled at me and pointed to it?” “Uh. Next time, look at my eyes.’ ‘THANK YOU!”

When I first read SYJMF as a mid-teenager, I took Feynman’s approach very literally. I didn’t and still don’t think he was being subtle and I don’t think he was positing other than that he was owed some amount of sex from some of the women for whom he bought so many drinks an other things.

As a geeky, uber-shy, and social awkward kid who was an utter clod and sexytime-procuring-failure with the women I was attracted to, I also took Feynman’s approach to heart, while I read it and from time to time afterward. Without thought of excuse, only explanation, it would have been tough at the time to ladle on even more self-loathing; far less painful to spend at least some of the frustration on internal recitation of Feynman’s “bitches ain’t shit” routine.

That approach and attitude really wasn’t me, however—neither how I was “by nature” nor how I was raised. As a result, I never experimented with it outside of my own head. I was gratified that Feynman was not comfortable with it either and eventually dropped it. Nevertheless, I admired his ability to play with the role, and admiration came easily because the women in his story did not really seem to mind the treatment. (Yes, at the time, concepts of structural patriarchy and mind-colonization were unknown to me, despite my mom’s feminist books and subscription to Ms. magazine.)

Moreover, I’ll admit that I was more interested in What It All Meant About Women than in what it meant about Feynman or patriarchy. Ultimately, though, what I learned most from Feynman’s story was about myself, through my complete inability to be That Guy. At the time, I thought that made me a pathetic loser. Later in life, I realized that even if some women were as-described, I just didn’t *want* to be That Guy. And I met and dated and had sex and relationships with awesome women who showed me Feynman’s experiment and insights were irrelevant to my life.

Feynman was still a problematic 50s man, though. I believe another of his stories may illustrate this. He writes (I think in SYJMF) about how, after the war but still very boyish-looking, he couldn’t get anywhere with women grad students if he truthfully told them he was a professor of physics. (One woman reportedly mocked by saying “I’ll bet you were on the Manhattan Project, too;” IIRC, she walked off on him after he truthfully responded Yes.)

Even in my mid-teen hormonal tumult and ambivalence, I was at least partly troubled by the notion he’d be trying to fuck students. Yes, they were grad students; yes, they were his age; yes, they were the women around him; and yes, most of them were probably not physics students. Still, he was in a position of power, and his pursuits didn’t seem right. Still less right seemed his solution to the student’s disbelief that he was a professor and Manhattan Project alumnus, *lying to them* by claiming to be just another physics grad student.

I think the OPs analysis is not wrong (although perhaps not the only right reading). I don’t think it defames Feynman or “soils” his legacy/memory. Feynman was no dummy, and I’m confident he knew precisely the many ways in which his “bitches!” chapter would be read. To the extent people think ill of him based on this chapter, I think he knew they/we would do so, and he put it out there anyway. That could be a poke in the eye or it could be admirable candor. This was, after all, a man who famously liked to ask (as did his first wife, Arline) “what do you care what other people think?”

I still like Feynman a great deal, but I have the luxury—the *privilege*—of being a man whose worst-case, like that often of Feynman, was no more than not getting laid. I think from the perspective of a woman, who might be a target, such predatory tendencies as Feynman discloses are much more disturbing, and might outweigh his positive contributions (as in, does anyone even give a damn anymore that Roman Polanski makes movies).