Racism--much as I dislike most forms of Negro Music and Culture--is not something that I can relate to:

I do not get the connection, for example, between monkeys and Negroes, that real racists find obvious, and always refer to in their racist rants.  Nor do I have the least notion, despite my inveterate habit of mocking the Prophet, what the vulgar-many hate about "towelheads."  The recent, infamous Tweet of Roseanne Barr which confounded anti-Islamism with "Planet of the Apes," as an insult of a black woman, completely escaped/s me.  I perceive the attempt to vilify--but I don't get it.  And when I say I loathe and despise and don't consider black culture and Hip Hop worth mentioning, I still go on diligently practicing the "rags" of Scott Joplin, and allowing to myself, that if charm be the gauge of music's inherent worth, Mr. Joplin still wins the Cakewalk for this country's most beautiful music, along with, maybe, Aaron Copland's Appalachian Spring, and Duke Ellington's Deep Purple.