I’d like to hear more about that.
Not in the slightest. Even when it’s some dumb-ass beating up a minority. Many times the individual fits to a white sub-grouping to which I don’t belong. For example, I might hear about yet another Italian mobster (yeah, Sopranos is really great for Italian Americans :rolleyes: ); or the dragging death of Byrd by some southern crackers; or another accounting scandal by yet another rich guy. But even if it is a middle-class WASP, I don’t think anything of it. It’s just some guy. For everybody else, it’s some [insert ethnic/social/sex/sexual orientation/whatever classification here] guy.
Suprisingly, that the recently disgraced NYTimes reporter was black didn’t click with me. I some times cringe when I see a minority do something bad because, for whatever perceptual reasons that I can’t even begin to explain or justify, I feel like any given minority is automatically a representitive for her race, religion, culture, sex, or whatever. While cognitively I know that is silly, it is more of an intuitive feeling that I get. Maybe it’s like first impressions: we all know that we are unfairly judged by them, yet we still act as though they matter. So maybe I think all the other whites will view that person as a representitive while I, all high and mighty, won’t.
A good example is the designer Kia on the TLC show Trading Spaces. She has an addiction to kitsch, Captain Kirk sideburns, and a fetish for wallpaper borders along with a taste for design that takes tacky to whole new levels. She also happens to be black. I always cringe when she outdoes herself, thinking to myself, “Couldn’t they find a black designer with some taste?” I can just picture a couple of whites watching her saying, “I told you black people always go for gaudy.”
Another good example would be a gay pride parade. At least, a stereotypical one.
I do wonder, since I have your attention, when you see a white person walking down the street, do you think “hey, there’s some guy,” or do you think “hey, there’s some white guy”? I don’t know if it’s because I grew up and have generally lived in mostly white environs, or if it is something else, but what goes through my mind seems to be “hey, there’s some [insert minority here] guy.” The only group I don’t do that for are east asians. It’s almost as if Japanese, Chinese, Korean, etc. people are whites in my mind. My brain makes no categorial distinctions for them. It’s almost as if I were describing a suspect to the police I would say “male, dark hair, dark eyes, 5’8’’, such-and-such clothes…” and never mention that he looked to be a Korean American.
My brain seems a little too weird sometimes.