A couple of times a week, I go to a little bar near my house to get some dinner and have a few beers. I usually show up toward the tail end of happy hour, when most of your older crowd, consisting almost entirely of guys escaping their houses for an afternoon, are still there. Most of them are great guys. There is one, however, that has proved himself to be quite possibly the most racist man I’ve ever met. On the surface, he seems OK. A little snippy, maybe, but OK. Then, you get to know him. It turned out that once he gets to know you, he’ll turn any topic you can possibly bring up in conversation into a discussion about how blacks, or Jews, or whoever, are ruining the country and the white man is getting beaten down. It’s gotten to the point that if I see him when I go in, I’ll sit as far away from him as I possibly can. Here’s some examples of how he’s worked race into perfectly innocent conversations. I can’t remember the exact discussions, but I at least remember the relevant comments. I’ll list the topic first, followed by my comment, followed by his racist response.
Topic: Baseball
Me: The Cardinals sure are doing well this year. It’ll be great if they get the pennant.
Him: Just makes me wonder if they would do better if they got rid of all the damn blacks. There are no more white man’s sports, you know.
Topic: Brokers
Me: You know, I really wonder if brokers know what they’re doing or if they’re just guessing like the rest of us. That 60 minutes report a few years ago wasn’t too flattering.
Him: I had a broker once who seemed like the best damn broker I ever had. We always talked over the phone. I made X amount of money on X company, after he told me to invest in it. Believe me, I was floorboarded when he came to my house to have me sign some papers and I found out he was black. I asked him who he was, and he said he was my broker. Sure enough, after I checked his I.D., he was. I signed the papers, but I never dealt with him again. A nigger can only get lucky so many times.
Topic: Starting a small business
Me: I’d like to start a small cabinet making business someday.
Him: There’d be a lot more opportunities out there if the damned Jews weren’t in this country. Think about it. If Hitler hadn’t killed them off, then they all would have come over here and run white men out of business. They would be the head of all the major companies, and we’d be working for the cheap bastards.
My usual response to comments like these was silence, followed by a move to another spot at the bar. I didn’t want to tell him what a racist prick he was, because when I go in there, I want to relax. I’m not about to get worked up over a moron who could never, ever be persuaded that he’s wrong. It would be just as futile as arguing with a religious fundamentalist about the literal truth of Genesis.
There was one significant exception, however. He found out what I do for a living, which is working on promotional tests for cops and firefighters. Immediately after I revealed this, he said, “Oh. So, how many extra points do you give the niggers on their tests?” Now, this conversation captured my interest more than most, so I chose to argue with him. His name, BTW, is Julius (really). This is a more or less accurate transcript of some of the comments:
Me: We don’t add points to the black’s scores, Julius. It’s illegal. It was outlawed by the Civil Rights Act of 1991.
Him: Yeah, right. There’s no way a black could get promoted if you didn’t.
Me: Really? Look up the 1991 Act. It says it’s illegal in plain English.
Him: Well, maybe so, but I know you still do it.
Me: Julius, have you ever seen how the promotional process works first hand?
Him: No, but it doesn’t take a genius to see that those blacks would never have even gotten hired if you people weren’t jacking up their test scores. It’s either that, or you just hire them no matter what their test scores are just to fill your quotas.
Me: Now Julius, let’s think about this. If that’s what we were doing, we would be setting ourselves up for a huge lawsuit. There’s no doubt in my mind that if we didn’t uphold that Act to the letter, somebody in a 700+ member department would find out about it and report us to the Justice Department. At the very least, they would find a local lawyer who would sue under the Civil Rights Acts. The Justice Dept. people or whoever would then come here, get our records through court orders, and find out what we were up to. The case would go to court, and we would lose our asses. In fact, most of us in the Testing Division would probably lose our jobs. The city itself would have such a badly damaged reputation that we may never be able to attract anybody to those jobs again for years, black or white. Do you really, honestly think we would take that risk?
Him: Well, it’s the only way you would ever get blacks hired.
Me: Are you telling me that there are no blacks anywhere that can do that job well? Are you trying to suggest that we just promote them regardless of their ability or qualifications just because they’re black?
Him: That’s what I said, isn’t it?
Me: Julius, you have no idea what you’re talking about. In reality, if you get beaten to a promotion by a black man, it’s because he did better on the test than you did. Even Affirmative Action doesn’t apply in promotional situations.
Him: Sure, his score will always be better after you add the points to it for being black.
Me: OK, Julius, consider this. I catch shit about the promotional process from both sides. Some of the black guys think the system is rigged against them so we can keep them down. On the other hand, some of the white guys think we’re adding points to the black’s scores so we can promote them to fill quotas. The two sides can’t both be right. They’re mutually exclusive. If they were both correct, nobody would ever get hired, would they?
Him: Oh, that’s bullshit. Those blacks know what you’re doing. They’re not worried about anything.
Me: I see. Then how do you explain the fact that we have training classes on how to take a promotional test that was conceived as a way to persuade the candidates that the system isn’t rigged?
Him: See! You’re even coaching the niggers!
Me: But Julius, the training classes are open to everybody, regardless of race.
Him: Oh, bullshit.
The conversation went on like this for some time. No matter what I said, he either dismissed it as a lie or the rantings of an overly idealistic kid (he’s probably 35 years older than I am). He actually accused me of covering the whole thing up, in a manner quite reminiscent of a conspiracy buff accusing the government of hiding aliens (We know you have them in Hangar 18! Just ‘fess up to it!). I left the bar that evening actually feeling a little stupid for ever getting into the argument in the first place. I should have known going into it that there would be no persuading him, no matter how sound my arguments were. It would take nothing less than letting the bigoted prick sit in on the entire test development process in person to convince him that he was wrong. And, my guess is that even then, he would accuse us of doing something just after he left that altered the outcome.
I suppose there’s no real point to this exceedingly long story, other than to relate an experience that reminded me in a dramatic way that these openly racist scumbags are still out there, despite societal changes. Just to justify this post’s placement in the Pit, let me add the following: I loathe, detest, and despise these smarmy, narrow-minded, white-hooded, racist weasels even more than they hate people who aren’t just like they are. Their refusal to admit that their amazingly sweeping generalizations might be wrong clearly shows that they have precious few functional synapses. If there is a hell, then it is my sincere hope their personal version of it consists of black guys beating the living feces out of them for all eternity.