Huh. I come from a weird place on this one. My Mother’s Great-Great Grandmother was a slave in GA. Every other definable part of my heritage is Irish Catholic.
I have lived most of my life within 20 miles of Washington, DC, so you couldn’t get a much more liberal and integrated area.
My Mother was raised to believe that she “might have had some Jewish ancestors” because “passing” was necessary to succeed in the small GA town where she grew up. And the quiet lie was accepted because her family owned a township of land in the area and were very well off. (Not money rich, but you know. . .) I only found out because two elderly relatives marveled at my blonde hair and talked about it thinking I was too young to understand.
My Dad is from New Hampshire. He had never seen a black person until he got to West Point, and was soon thereafter shipped off to Vietnam. He had already internalized a great many fallacies before he had any real information, and isn’t really one to delve into his own psyche or change long-held beliefs. He is also the sort of person who worries a great deal “what the neighbors will think” and is in complete denial about my Mother’s ethnicity. (But so is she, so fair is fair.)
My Mother’s two sisters both married black men, so the majority of my cousins are either obviously black, or Mid-Eastern in appearance. Ten years ago the former received more negative attention due to their appearance, but in the last five years the latter have considered leaving the US for the same reason, and one did.
I have experienced predjudice from every side. I make no bones about my heritage, I am very proud to come from strong people who have survived and thrived despite extreme privation and abuse. this is true on both sides of my family.
My brother and I, through some twist of genetics, both got the blonde-haired blue-eyed Irish genes, despite Mom’s brown eyes and dark wiry hair. So I’ve experienced the “one of us” types of confessions described by Hypno-Toad.
- Black folks have hated me for “passing”. (Um, check the photos on my desk, see those cousins there?)
- White folks have hated me for “fooling them” (See above)
- An Indian coworker was overheard to refer to me as a “mongrel.”
- At a job interview in Dayton OH the interviewer felt it necessary to make clear that prejudice would not be tolerated if I came to work there. (Because Blonde hair, blue eyes + Southern accent must equal racist, right?)
- A Korean friend berated me for “pretending to understand” what it’s like to experience racism.
- Two black women tried to beat me up for “taking their men” when I entered a grocery store with a black boyfriend.
- Celtling’s Dad has not dared to tell his own father that his daughter has African bloodlines. (His Dad is from Cleveland, with German Background. He actually believes that black folks are not capable of driving safely, and should be kept off the streets after dark. I don’t hate many people, but I hate this man.)
In the end I find that there are two kinds of racism, unthinking, and deliberate. The unthinking kind is when a joke is just so funny that someone repeats it despite it’s inherent offensiveness, or when a person repeats a phrase they’ve heard all their lives without stopping to analyze where it came from.
The deliberate kind is different, and is where I think the “free speech” argument has to stop. Many moons ago, I was in charge of screening new applicants in a company I worked for. The boss asked me to just make a little scribble in the margin if the applicant was “dark”. His idea was to have the testers grade down the answers of those applicants “so we couldn’t get in trouble.” I quietly called the ACLU, and got the heck out of that company.
It’s really important to recognize though, that it’s a small minority of people who feel this way, and the “deliberates” are an infinitesimal minority. Don’t imagine that it’s lurking in every mind around you just because one or two let their defects be known. If you are not Native American, you are a transplant like everyone else, and those who are in denial about that deserve our pity.