After two days and so many views I can safely say the first four words of this thread are entirely correct.
I didn't actually want to post in this thread because every time I do in this kind of thread I get in trouble, but I've sat on it a couple of days and think I can say a few words now. If I offend anyone, I apologize in advance.
Racism is difficult for me to comprehend. Really difficult. I'm white, with a white family, mostly white friends, and I love in a predominantly white area. However, it's also an area of California more liberal than the rest of the country, so while we are predominantly white demographics, 'black people' are not uncommon nor unexpected. The area I live in is upper middle class, and most black people in this area fall into the middle class range (which means I don't notice any riffraff belonging to any particular race that doesn't match the local demographics). In addition, I was raised to not judge people on the tone of their skin (I do freely admit I judge people by how they dress, but IMO that's a different issue.) Black people are just like other people in my eyes, and in my limited experience, I've never seen any overt racism toward blacks. So it's really difficult for me to actually comprehend racism, because I haven't experienced, or even knowingly witnessed it.
Is that white privlidge, or just where I grew up? I dunno.
But racism is slowly creeping into my life in ways I don't like.
For awhile, my younger brother was dating a women who happened to be of Latino ancestry. My mother confessed to me that she hadn't told my grandparents- either set on either side- about her (or even her name, which was a stereotypically latin name) because she feared their reaction. Apparently, 'you just don't do that' in my grandparents eyes.
And I was kind of shellshocked. My grandparents are the nicest, sweetest people. If I should happen to date someone outside m ethnicity, I really don't want to think about what would happen because while I love them dearly, I'm not about to take that crap from them about someone I really like.
But at the same time, I'm starting to wonder if I'm turning a little racist as well. There's a particular ethnicity I have to deal with at work. A lot. (Not black, but because I don't want to make myself more racist, I'll decline to state). This ethnicity is prone to giving me problems. Maybe it's some sort of cultural divide, but they tend to be rude, don't tip our drivers, demand we bend over backwards for them, and complain at the slightest provocation (IE: There's one particularly troublesome group that when we tell them delivery is between 45 minutes and an hour, will call at exactly 46 minutes and demand a discount. I wish I was kidding.) Repeated experiences with members of this ethnicity cause me to inwardly groan every time I hear their accent on the phone, because they're always trouble.
But that last line is a lie. THey're not always trouble. Most of them are fine and dandy customers just like the rest I deal with on a daily basis. But my experiences with certain repeated issues among them makes me wary (not that I would do any less to serve them or anything like that) when I have to deal with them. Is that racist? I don't know if I'm smart enough to tell.
I don't know if I had a point when I started all that, but I've run out of things to type. So uhh yeah.