Lenny Bruce used to do a bit where he would ask the audience a question, presumably directed at the men. Suppose, he would ask, that you had a chance to marry one of two women. Both are about the same age, wonderful entertainers, lovely singers, and financially well off. One is white, and the other is black. Who would you pick?" After a bit of a pause to give the men a chance to reflect he would add, "Oh. I forgot to tell you. The white woman is Kate Smith. The black woman is Lena Horne.
Here is a scenario I invented. Suppose it is late at night and I am downtown walking to my car. Four or five Black youths, dressed out in full hip-hop regalia, stop me and demand my money. Not being an idiot, I comply. Let’s say it happens several times that month. The next time I see four or five hip-hoppy Black kids approach me at night, am I a racist if I assume ill will on their part?
Here’s the kicker Same scenario, except the terminal incident involves four or five White kids all hip-hopped out. Same approach, same appearance. I beat feet. Racist? Prudent? Chickenshit?
In my opinion, the lesson here is to avoid that street late at night, because bad shit can happen. To pick someone’s race and make judgements about that person is just plain stupid. There is a whole lot more going on than just skin color. No offense to any races other than mine, but your race is about the least interesting thing about you. I prefer to deal with people on an individual basis. What difference does it make if you’re black when you are helping me jump start my car? What difference does it make if you are black and blasting party music at 2AM? In the first case, you’re a cool guy. In the second case, you’re a jerk.
It’s sort of how I feel about someone who is gay. Not really an interesting piece of information. Hey, if you ain’t fucking me, I couldn’t give a shit who you’re fucking.
I rember when a gay women moved into a house next door to a buddy of mine. She is, too me, very attractive. Athletic, cyclist, loves dogs, likes the same sports teams I do, great cook. I asked him about her, in a sort of “I’d like to ask her out” kind of way. He looked at me and said, “She’s a lesbian. It’s a damned shame.”
I looked at him and said “Hey dumbass. Who cares? A, you got no shot even if she were straight because B, you’re married!”
She is now one of my closest friends, still hot as a pistol, but the idea of making it with her is mighty squicky. Her ex-girfriend, though …
Ya gots ta take people as they are. Ignore the superficial shit. Get down to the nittty gritty.