A 'Privileged Cracker' Visits the California DMV

The other day I received a letter from the California Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) instructing me to renew my driver’s license in person. The letter stated I was required to take a vision test and a new photo. The letter also provided me with a phone number to schedule an appointment. 

When I called the number, the representative told me that the next available appointment to visit my local DMV was 8 weeks later, well beyond the expiration date of my driver’s license. The representative explained it was due to undocumented immigrants, what we used to call illegal aliens, now being able to obtain driver licenses, and that my best bet was to simply go to my local DMV office and see if I could receive a same-day appointment. Thank you Governor Moonbeam Jerry Brown.

When I arrived at the DMV, there was a line of people circling around the building. Apparently everyone was trying to get an appointment. Finally after an hour of standing in line I was able to reach the clerk. He was a young man who appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent, unshaven, with his baseball hat on backwards, perhaps sporting a Muslim cool look before heading off (no pun intended) to join ISIS. But it was wrong for me to have such thoughts, for in today’s America I was not supposed to have any negative thoughts, humorous or otherwise, about any non-white person -- or judgmental ideas about civil servants representing the State of California wearing their baseball hats backwards. 

I’m a European-American. If I were to provide any criticism about having to stand in line behind an undocumented immigrant, it would take a very short time for the “racist” accusation to be hurled at me. In today’s America, I, as a white male seem to be at the bottom of the totem pole with the undocumented immigrants ranking high above me. Thank you, multiculturalism.   

But standing in line behind the undocumented immigrants is something people must start getting used to, I thought, because it will happen again when they check in at their local hospital, and when they register their children in the public school. But I managed to keep my mouth shut and the young man with the baseball hat on backwards gave me a number.  I had an appointment. I felt lucky, I felt blessed.  Maybe I too could get my driver’s license.

Two hours later I was still at the DMV, waiting, and running out of fuel: my Starbucks’ Venti cup of coffee was completely empty; and I simply didn’t have enough time for a refill and a conversation with the barista about race relations. As I looked around, I wondered what had happened to America. When I had arrived in the United States 30 years ago, there seemed to be a confident spirit in the air -- but that was during the Reagan Era. Looking around now, I saw so many Americans that were sloppily dressed and so sluggish in their appearance, as if their spirit was broken. And maybe their spirit was broken. And how could it not be? They had been told by their governor, in essence, to get behind in line of the undocumented immigrants. They had been told, in essence, that they were second-class citizens. I couldn’t help but reminisce about the better days in America. I couldn’t help but reminisce of President Reagan.      

But then I thought that maybe I’m just getting too old and too critical. If I were to utter these thoughts on any American university campus, someone might tell me to shut-up and call me a “privileged cracker” – in the same manner  that Reverend Louis Farrakhan called former NYC Mayor Rudy Giuliani this for expressing a similar observation. And I’m sure the IRS is very busy combing through all of Mr. Giuliani’s’ tax records right now, and of course President Obama would know nothing about it.   

Finally after my number is called, I approach the counter, take the vision test, and pass. But my vision is fading, I’m getting older.  I need reading glasses now, but other than that my overall vision is perfectly clear.  Perhaps it is God’s way of telling aging people that the small things aren’t important anymore, and that we must focus only on the big picture. 

The DMV clerk then points to the other side of the office, and tells me to go there to have my photo taken, but no clerk there is present, so I sit and wait. In front of me is a young, attractive lady holding a passport from El Salvador. I see that she has the femininity that so many American women seem to lack, and the enthusiasm that so many Americans seem to have lost, and the total absence of a self-entitlement attitude that so many Americans seem to have embraced. And I’m thinking that she has an innocence and purity about her that is refreshing: she hasn’t been tainted by the progressive American culture -- yet.  And then the thought occurs to me:

The undocumented immigrants from the Southern border in general aren’t coming to the U.S. with evil intents, or as an organized movement to weaken Lady America and the West.  No, too many U.S. citizens are doing a great job of that already, in academia, Hollywood, and DC -- and most of them are white. No she is not the enemy, not at all.

Then finally the clerk showed-up and as the beautiful young El Salvadorian woman’s picture was being taken, I wondered how long it would be until Telemundo would poison her with its La Raza agenda, or until the so-called English teacher would provide with her with a dose of anti-white, anti-American themed readings.

After three hours of being at the DMV, my photo was taken, and it came to me that Revered Farrakhan would be welcome at today’s White House before Rudy Giuliani ever would. And that today’s America is becoming today’s South Africa, where whites face severe institutional racism. And then I see the big picture: I too, like Rudy Giuliani, am considered a “privileged cracker” by today’s American Establishment. Is this really what America has become?   

Theo Willem is the author of  Promised You America.

The other day I received a letter from the California Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) instructing me to renew my driver’s license in person. The letter stated I was required to take a vision test and a new photo. The letter also provided me with a phone number to schedule an appointment. 

When I called the number, the representative told me that the next available appointment to visit my local DMV was 8 weeks later, well beyond the expiration date of my driver’s license. The representative explained it was due to undocumented immigrants, what we used to call illegal aliens, now being able to obtain driver licenses, and that my best bet was to simply go to my local DMV office and see if I could receive a same-day appointment. Thank you Governor Moonbeam Jerry Brown.

When I arrived at the DMV, there was a line of people circling around the building. Apparently everyone was trying to get an appointment. Finally after an hour of standing in line I was able to reach the clerk. He was a young man who appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent, unshaven, with his baseball hat on backwards, perhaps sporting a Muslim cool look before heading off (no pun intended) to join ISIS. But it was wrong for me to have such thoughts, for in today’s America I was not supposed to have any negative thoughts, humorous or otherwise, about any non-white person -- or judgmental ideas about civil servants representing the State of California wearing their baseball hats backwards. 

I’m a European-American. If I were to provide any criticism about having to stand in line behind an undocumented immigrant, it would take a very short time for the “racist” accusation to be hurled at me. In today’s America, I, as a white male seem to be at the bottom of the totem pole with the undocumented immigrants ranking high above me. Thank you, multiculturalism.   

But standing in line behind the undocumented immigrants is something people must start getting used to, I thought, because it will happen again when they check in at their local hospital, and when they register their children in the public school. But I managed to keep my mouth shut and the young man with the baseball hat on backwards gave me a number.  I had an appointment. I felt lucky, I felt blessed.  Maybe I too could get my driver’s license.

Two hours later I was still at the DMV, waiting, and running out of fuel: my Starbucks’ Venti cup of coffee was completely empty; and I simply didn’t have enough time for a refill and a conversation with the barista about race relations. As I looked around, I wondered what had happened to America. When I had arrived in the United States 30 years ago, there seemed to be a confident spirit in the air -- but that was during the Reagan Era. Looking around now, I saw so many Americans that were sloppily dressed and so sluggish in their appearance, as if their spirit was broken. And maybe their spirit was broken. And how could it not be? They had been told by their governor, in essence, to get behind in line of the undocumented immigrants. They had been told, in essence, that they were second-class citizens. I couldn’t help but reminisce about the better days in America. I couldn’t help but reminisce of President Reagan.      

But then I thought that maybe I’m just getting too old and too critical. If I were to utter these thoughts on any American university campus, someone might tell me to shut-up and call me a “privileged cracker” – in the same manner  that Reverend Louis Farrakhan called former NYC Mayor Rudy Giuliani this for expressing a similar observation. And I’m sure the IRS is very busy combing through all of Mr. Giuliani’s’ tax records right now, and of course President Obama would know nothing about it.   

Finally after my number is called, I approach the counter, take the vision test, and pass. But my vision is fading, I’m getting older.  I need reading glasses now, but other than that my overall vision is perfectly clear.  Perhaps it is God’s way of telling aging people that the small things aren’t important anymore, and that we must focus only on the big picture. 

The DMV clerk then points to the other side of the office, and tells me to go there to have my photo taken, but no clerk there is present, so I sit and wait. In front of me is a young, attractive lady holding a passport from El Salvador. I see that she has the femininity that so many American women seem to lack, and the enthusiasm that so many Americans seem to have lost, and the total absence of a self-entitlement attitude that so many Americans seem to have embraced. And I’m thinking that she has an innocence and purity about her that is refreshing: she hasn’t been tainted by the progressive American culture -- yet.  And then the thought occurs to me:

The undocumented immigrants from the Southern border in general aren’t coming to the U.S. with evil intents, or as an organized movement to weaken Lady America and the West.  No, too many U.S. citizens are doing a great job of that already, in academia, Hollywood, and DC -- and most of them are white. No she is not the enemy, not at all.

Then finally the clerk showed-up and as the beautiful young El Salvadorian woman’s picture was being taken, I wondered how long it would be until Telemundo would poison her with its La Raza agenda, or until the so-called English teacher would provide with her with a dose of anti-white, anti-American themed readings.

After three hours of being at the DMV, my photo was taken, and it came to me that Revered Farrakhan would be welcome at today’s White House before Rudy Giuliani ever would. And that today’s America is becoming today’s South Africa, where whites face severe institutional racism. And then I see the big picture: I too, like Rudy Giuliani, am considered a “privileged cracker” by today’s American Establishment. Is this really what America has become?   

Theo Willem is the author of  Promised You America.