Whilst watching The Pledge on television recently I was somewhat surprised when they decided to have a quiz and handed out what they described as white boards to write their answers on. The reason for my surprise was the fact that they called it a white board and I thought, perhaps I ought to feel violated either on my behalf or on the behalf of other white people who might have a more snowflake outlook to life.
My grandchildren are constantly telling me they feel violated because of this and that, although I’m not entirely certain they actually know the meaning of the word violated, this it seems is the modern way.
Although it was some considerable time ago when I was at school, we were taught by a teacher writing on a blackboard and during my entire school career I can never remember an occasion when any pupil felt violated by the colour of the board.
Obviously, times change and the boards were changed from black to white so as to not offend the black pupils, however one has to wonder whether any research has been done as to whether white people are feeling violated by the choice of white for the replacement boards.
Why, one wonders were they not replaced by green, blue or some other similar colour boards which would not offend anyone, at least from recollection there were no pupils of these colours when I was at school to feel violated.
I have been informed by younger members of my family that these new white boards are actually referred to as writing boards to which I responded that the original black ones were also boards which were used for writing, there was therefore no need to change the original black board but merely to rename them as writing boards too.
My wife and I are trying to get in touch with the more modern way of doing things and so she as a black woman has become violated on my behalf concerning these white boards which is quite strange as she was not offended when the original boards were called black. Myself I am still unsure whether to join her in feeling violated on my behalf, or to feel violated myself, or whether not to bother feeling violated at all.
The Diary of a Country Bumpkin 
No matter what one does, or what something is called, someone somewhere will be offended for someone. I am flabbergasted by people who become so offended by something that they did not experience and did not even happen in their country. I am a globalist and Earth citizen, but the communal offense is taking things a little too far. My son and his friends are on the other end of the spectrum right now and don’t take offense to anything.
Never, ever thought about this before. Hmmmmm. Don’t know what to make of people being offended by the color of a board. As a baby-boomer and a school aged child in the 1960’s in the Midwest our schools were being built so quickly due to the huge influx of children entering the school district that I’ll bet no one ever thought about the fact that our “blackboards” were the color green. Never have I ever thought about our green chalkboards being called “blackboards” or if someone of a green background being offended/violated by the confusion this may have caused. This concept raises all kinds of questions. Hmmmmm