Are you dying or something while trying to type this out? Communicate, man! What the crappity crap are you trying to say? You can’t mean what I think you mean, so you must be coming through all garbled. Plash your hands across the keyboard harder, you’ll get it.
You know what, the guy was a fucking racist, and you’re a fucking racist, and I don’t even care if it’s not true because you’re apologizing for casual oh, I didn’t mean ‘kill all the Jews’, I was just having a bad day racism and it makes me frankly fucking hate you without needing to know anything else.
White guy goes to the store, carefully explains to black cashier not to put the bug spray in with the food. Cashier puts the bug spray in with the food…and the white guy grabs it and sprays the black guy with it while possibly screaming something like ‘you dumb nigger’.
Gee, are there no undercurrents of racism here before the n fucking word comes out of Mister Master Race’s mouth? Do you understand what racism is, what it means? It’s not how Joe Blow feels about the Vietnamese family that just moved in next door. It’s the systemic, entrenched, inherent fucking bias that makes Mister Blow tell his kids jokes about slanty eyes and words with lots of the letter ‘r’. He’s an effect, not a cause. And he doesn’t have to feel hate to be racist. He just has to be biased and have power. Mr. Blow doesn’t have a lot of power, so the little bit he can get, he holds onto tightly. His privilege is inherent in ways people like you like to pretend don’t matter or don’t exist.
Race and gender are complicated issues that can’t just be scorch-earthed into compliance with your little ‘if only everyone pretended to be colorblind’ scenario. The situation unfolded with race permeating every aspect of it. ‘Oh, he was just picking hurtful words,’ you say, well, would the criminal customer have called a white man a cracker? Why didn’t he call the cashier a stupid faggot, or an idiotic child molestor, or a retarded retard?
You know, I could see certain highly unlikely circumstances, generally involving my daughter, where I might spray another human being with poison. In not a single one of them would it ever occur to me to simultaneously hurl racial epithets at him. Anyone who would do that is a racist, even if they weren’t acting like a coked out Klansman to begin with. They are picking up the great big sword of racism and swinging it around, and then trying to disavow all knowledge, and now you’re shocked, shocked on their behalf that the dumb negro went and brought race into it.
Maybe the guy didn’t actually say anything racist. But Jebus Crust, what gets into people? ‘I think I’ll go stand up for a guy who sprays poison on people at their jobs. He’s not being charged with a hate crime or anything, but somebody suggested it was a racial thing, and I just can’t let them get away with that!’ Your first assumption is that somebody’s out to get one over, and it’s probably the black guy, and you’re going to warn everybody not to get fooled.
Well, it’s mighty white of you.