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I have experienced the incredible stupidity of, say, being on an elevator alone when a black man gets on and then worrying that my normal elevator behavior of studied indifference might be perceived as racism, so then I try to make adjustments to make sure that I don’t come off as a racist when I’m trying too hard not to come off as a racist. It’s like something out of a bad movie.
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Oh, and I add to that a resentment of being made to feel as if I might be racist, and have to enact this lil charade, when all I want is to get to the 5th floor or whatever!
What about feeling trapped? Like someone of another race does something that you don’t appreciate (a co-worker or similiar), but then you feel like you can’t say anything, because they might attribute your dislike/disapproval to racism?
Hell, I was accused of racism by a family of a pt (black); I am white. Thank God my manager at that time was also black and she basically told this family that they were off base to accuse me of that. How could I defend myself against such a charge? Come out with the old chestnut of some of my best friends are black? There is no way out of that accusation–it seems that the accusation alone is enough to damn anyone.
I am much like WhyNot -except that I only get that feeling in certain neighborhoods or at the mall on a Saturday noc. I put it down to safety concerns-very pragmatic. I don’t just fear the black teens–I “fear” teens in packs, period.
but, put me on a Metra train, travelling alone and I will look at any male in the way she described. Maybe not so much the trench-coated exec, but anyone else. Perhaps that has more to do with the fears women have being out late, alone. Sorry, to stray OT.
I tend to be idealistic and like to think I am liberal, but where does one draw the line? I loathe rap music and its culture-am I racist? Some of the aides at work have hinted as much. Why do I have to embrace an entire culture and even learn their language in order to be considered non-racist? I have no interest in Cinco de Mayo OR St Patrick’s Day (I’m protestant Irish). Where does diversity end and no cultural identity begin? This is what I struggle with.
It doesn’t help that my family has been here since the Revolutionary War, that my Southern ancestors were small farmers who owned one or two slaves, that I am completely WASP, and that I come from an upper-middle class background.
People look at me and start assuming that I’m racist–and I’ve been to enough cocktail parties with these country club folk to know that I do NOT share their views on blacks, Jews, Hispanics etc. It’s not everyone at every cocktail party, but it has happened often enough for me to say something (I am not hugely popular at these shindigs anymore) and I have told my BIL (1st class jerk) that he cannot express his views re minorities in my house. What else can I do? Continue to feel guilty that there is a history of racial strife in this country?
How deep should “White Man’s Guilt” go?