I haven’t voted yet because I haven’t quite figured out how to vote.
The kind of racism that’s the biggest problem in my community (which is New York City) is racism on the part of white people directed at black people. But the worst kind is rarely displayed or expressed. It’s sort of understood. It’s understood, and widely accepted, by temp agencies and recruiting firms (not all of them, of course), for example, that there are some companies to which they just don’t send black temps or job applicants. And it’s understood by some real estate brokers that there are buildings that are not open to black tenants or buyers. It’s never mentioned, and nobody could ever prove it. Nothing is ever written down, but everyone knows. And too many go along with it. So it’s not “expressed.”
The kind of racism that I hear *expressed *most often is that of black people directed at white people. I hear things said quite often, and quite openly, that are pretty hostile. But individual expressions of racism are, of course, not nearly as much of a problem as the quiet, hidden racism that keeps black people out of jobs and homes.
I live in a neighborhood in New York that has an old and established Middle Eastern population. Some Maronites and some Muslims. I am aware that in other neighborhoods in New York, Middle Eastern people are the targets of some pretty hostile (and sometimes violent) behavior. Not so much in my neighborhood, but in others (I’m thinking of Staten Island). And there’s the occasional Sikh who gets harassed or worse because some moron things anyone wearing a turban must be a Muslim.
Funny (somewhat) story:
I was walking along Atlantic Avenue the other day, which happened to be Eid al-Fitr (the end of the Ramadan fast). A bunch of obviously Middle Eastern and Muslim young men (teenagers, really) came out of a restaurant where they’d been celebrating. They were having fun and being a bit noisy, as teenagers will, but all in all not behaving in any alarming way.
A black man, a working guy, by the looks of him, some kind of construction worker, said something unpleasant to them about Arabs and terrorists, etc.
The boys were having fun, and they just laughed, but then, clearly thinking it was funny, started chanting “Jihad! Jihad! Jihad!” as they walked down the street.
Oh, Lord, I though, they are going to run into the wrong bunch of people who are not going to think that’s funny, and this will not go well.
But as far as I know, nothing happened. Fortunately.