First off, DSeid, I’d like to say thank you for your reasonable tone. It makes these discussions a lot easier when everyone can speak without being sarcastic and needlessly snarky.
Recently, there was a thread in which me and Askia discussed how racism should be defined, and one of the problems we both identified is people’s reactions to the word. Personally, I don’t find racist to be an inherently offensive term. People may use it as insult, but the word itself has a specific, non-derogatory meaning. I think it is unfortunate that people’s sensitivities get in the way of accepting the word as an appropiate means of communicating a very real phenomenon.
What I see is the tendency to use more gentle sounding euphemisms in place of the word racism, because folks’ gut-level response to the word makes them unable to accept that average people can be racist. “I don’t hate anyone, therefore I can’t be racist!” I see this as a particularly detrimental form of rationalization since 99.9% of the type of discrimination and prejudice out there is not based on hate, but rather ignorance, fear, and in-group/out-group dynamics. In other words, classic cases of “us vs. them” drawn by racial lines. People rationalize away actions that result in real problems, because in their eyes those actions are not racist and therefore not wrong. This is a dangerous idea.
You stated this well. Yes, the overt racists are few and far between. And I can say, as a black woman, not all the overt racists are bad, evil people. One of my neighbors a while ago was a white lady in her late 80’s and I liked her, even though every so often she would say racist things to me. For instance, the maintenance man for our complex would take her to the grocery store sometimes and do favors for her, and without fail she’d always express surprise that he was such a nice guy “even though he’s black”. Her sister living in Florida took a tumble outside one day and hurt her head, and my neighbor just couldn’t get over the fact that the good Sumaritan who called 911 and made sure she was okay was a black person. And my neighbor always made a point of complimenting me by saying that if she didn’t know any better, she’d think I was Sicilian and not black. “I don’t even see you are black, you know that?” she’d frequently remind me. Which made me wonder what is so wrong with me being black?
These little things registered in my awareness, but they didn’t keep me from seeing that she was a good person. Ignorant and old, but decent at heart. I never bothered challenging her assumptions because, at the end of the day, her opinions don’t affect my livelihood. Her racism is inconsequential, so it’s tolerable. Knowing when to pick your battles is important.
