Staff Reports
In today’s world, a camp that proudly waves the “whites only” banner is about as welcome as a porcupine at a balloon party. Yet, here we are, hearing about Camp Mystic, an all-white Christian girls’ camp that appears to have missed the memo about diversity, spelling it out loud and clear like a kid at a spelling bee with a lisp. A camp where not even a single token Asian or Black camper gets an invite is certainly reaching new heights in the “How to Be Completely Outdated” category.
Imagine being that camp counselor tasked with explaining to the children why there are no friends of different colors. “Well, girls, you see, diversity is like broccoli. Some folks just don’t want to try it. But who needs to learn about different cultures when you can spend all summer making macaroni art, right?” It’s baffling how some people fail to grasp that the world isn’t black and white—well, you know, save for Camp Mystic, where obviously, it is.
The uproar surrounding this camp is as loud as a choir of angry raccoons raiding a trash can on a Saturday night. When someone from this camp got themselves in hot water for vocalizing their thoughts—thoughts that would make even a seasoned racist’s head spin—people started pointing fingers. How could someone believe that wishing harm on others for any reason could be acceptable? It’s like using a chainsaw to trim your toenails. There’s just no logical connection there.
Then there’s the double standard dance that everyone seems to be pulling off these days. It’s mind-boggling! Sure, we often hear people dismiss the idea that Black folks can be racist, but let’s be real here—being a jerk is colorblind. Just take a stroll through social media, and you’ll find a rainbow of misunderstandings. Just because it feels like some people have a unique perspective on bigotry doesn’t make them immune to its follies. It’s a wild, wild world out here, trying to balance compassion with the absurdities of human behavior.
At the end of the day, humanity has to come together—even if it sometimes feels like herding cats (and those cats have a lot to say). Camp Mystic may want to reassess its mission. Maybe a new motto could be “summer camp for every girl, regardless of the color of her crayon.” Because if a summer camp can’t be about creating friendships and memories, then it’s just a place with a lot of pine trees and high fives that go to bed at sundown. And honestly, isn’t that a shame? If the camp truly believes in their work and supposed “values,” it’s time they open the gates and welcome a broader array of campers with a smile. Because let’s face it, if they don’t, the only people camping out in front of those gates will be folks with pitchforks and an appetite for change.
