Subterranean Racists

Attention Cowardly Bigots of the World: I know that in these changing times–where things like your hatred of pigmentation and your quasi-genetic superiority complex tend to be frowned upon–it can be hard to identify and connect with other likeminded jackasses.
However, please do not smirk at me and lean in with whispered racist comments. Do not act like a normal person, and then as soon as we’re alone start in on how all “those people” makes things hard for folks like us. Do not smile and chat with a Hispanic guy, and then grumble about dirty spics stealing good white women as soon as he’s out of earshot. I fucked that guy last week and he was pretty good. My pasty white ass does not make me your kindred spirit.
I find racist attitudes vile and ignorant, and having to listen them given voice make me feel slimy. Furthermore, when you don’t even have enough conviction to be open about being a racist, it’s very hard to view you as anything other than a weasly little punk. Those white pride yahoos with their swastika tattoos and their ruined children are at least open about it. But you subterranean types, who slink about trying to engage in petty hateful invective without risk of exposure to those who might take offense, you’re not worth the spittle it would take to wash that smirk off your face.

Thank you, that is all.

Damn, I was really hoping for an expose of those damn racist CHUDs.

Well, you know those Mole People; give 'em some giant mushrooms and they start trying to take over the place!

I’ll add that to my list. Do you think a racist CHUD would eschew dark meat or purposely seek it out?

Of course they chew their meat! They would choke otherwise.

One thing I’m finding disturbing is that some of the most blatent and over the top racism is coming from the younger generations. Not that all or even the majority of people under 40 are racist, but the times I run into the virtually violent views, it’s the younger folk. The oldsters who are racist are almost blase about it, it’s casual. Also, with the old racist, I can see how that growing up separted can easily lead to their casual racism. The young racist doesn’t get that excuse, imho.

Last Christmas I was snowed in at an airport, and a group of us on the flight kind of hung together trying to figure out what to do. One guy… I swear I talked with him just a few hours and he must have said “nigger” a dozen times, with a couple “chinks” thrown in for good measure. Fuckhead.

This isn’t what I thought of as subterranean racism.

There is a flavor of racism in the Bay Area that I often see - it has been referred to as the “soft bigotry of lowered expectations”. It gives racists a politically correct cover by treating minorities as somehow less able - even when they are quite clearly qualified.

Totally agree. I’ve also noticed that the bigger a loser a guy is, the more likely that he’s going to blame it on some nebulous “them”. You know the type of guy I mean. The ones who wake up each morning, drink the last few swallows of flat, spitty, beer from the can left on the floor beside the frameless mattress the night before, piss into a coffee can because the toilet’s been broken for the past three months, smack their wife upside the head to get her moving towards the kitchen, and scratch their hairy asses through the torn seat of their sagging, yellowed, undershorts, all the while cursing the fate that has ground them down beneath the toe of those uppity niggers.

I’m not exactly one to be frequenting the country clubs with Edgar and Luvey though, so perhaps the caviar-eaters are the same way but I’ve just not yet had the pleasure.

wonderwench–could you give an example of what you mean? I think I grasp what you’re saying but I’m not positive. Something like a boss not passing along a difficult project to a minority? Or rather passing along the project, but not expecting positive results?

Is there only one Hispanic guy in your locality? Or are you some kind of one-woman affirmative action program? (Not that there’s anything wrong with that!)

Don’t get your hopes up too much, bella. “The soft bigotry of lowered expectations” has been used in speeches by George W. Bush railing against affirmative action. It’s code…

“My pasty white ass does not make me your kindred spirit.”

Bumper sticker!!

As long as they don’t find any fire flowers or hungry junior dinos, we should be safe.

To me, I see more blatant racism in my town, then I do at work.

I’m a nurse and the only white nurse in my unit. My manager is white, but the assistant is black, the Director is black, the VP is black etc. I am also the only upper middle class person there, period (of the nurses)–most of the staff comes from blue collar backgrounds-steel mills (now closed) and heavy industry.

I work in such a diverse unit, that it’s useless to call it diverse. There are no more than 2 of any nationality etc. present. It’s neat and one of the things I like about my job.

I come home to Wonder bread world-well, not quite, but it is different-and to my mind, less tolerant of differences.

I hear genteel racism all the time–the broadest of brushes used for entire classes/races/nationalities. The ignorance of the white upper middle class is appalling, when it comes to sizing up “other” people. Believe me, I had to rid myself of any number of preconceived notions when I first started working in a diverse place. I am glad I have, for the most part.
Things I have heard in my white bread world: since a local small chain of grocery stores doesn’t take food stamps, that it will never be robbed. That an aquaintance of mine cannot take issue with their neighbors over a tree limb that is causing problems between their houses because the neighbor is black (I know, it didn’t make any sense to me, either). That “everyone” knows that black kids bring down the test scores and even the property values-oh, and are “vicitims” of poor parenting . That Indian kids will help bring up those test scores, as will the Koreans, but the Hispanics won’t etc.

It is everyday, in casual conversation, the grossest of assumptions are made in regards to other races etc and accepted as gospel. For my part, I do try to point out the absurdities of their positions…and now don’t have all that many friends to show for it!

I ahve also heard of the “soft bigotry of lowered expectations” It’s the way that some people are amazed that X could achieve Y–because afterall, X came from a broken, minority home–that kind of thing. The assumption is that one is not supposed to know correct grammar, correct social skills, advanced math-whatever, because one “suffers” from the disability of being a minority etc.

I’ve rubbed elbows with the caviar-eaters at some DC dos, and yes, many are the same way, just more genteel about it.

Yes. Note to the racists of the world: just because I’m pink doesn’t give you licence to start tearing into people of other races and assume that I’m going to agree with you or be comfortable hearing that. To assume that pink people will be as racist as you is racist.

(Also, just because English is my first language does not mean I will put up with you kvetching about those damn whiny Quebecois. You do so at your peril.)

Chris Rock has a bit about people complimenting Colin Powell for “speaking so well.”

“What the fuck you think he’s gonna sound like, ‘I’ma drop me a motha fuckin’ bomb to-day!’”

I thought this thread was going to be about racial epithets on the subway. Once I refused to give money to a beggar and a black guy across the aisle called me a “Honky bitch” and a “cracker”. It was the first and only time I’ve heard those phrases addressed to me and apparently they were supposed to send me crying off the train, but I just smiled at him. Think he was just mad because he’d been such a sucker.

As for the “soft bigotry”, oh yeah, I see that all the time. A minority person reading a book?! Being legitimate?! Not cursing every other word?! Give 'em a gold star! Sheesh. At Wellesley some of the black girls felt terrible that everybody seemed to assume they’d fought their way up from inner-city obstacle courses when they were from Grosse Pointe or something. And the girls who had fought their way up usually didn’t want to talk about it, because they didn’t want pity.

The most bewildering are the people who discriminate against their own race. This applies to one of the higher-ups where I work. Her parents are Chinese but came to Canada when she was very young. This lady had a completely Canadian upbringing; I don’t think she even speaks Mandarin or Cantonese. But she looks down on customers who come in who have trouble asking for what they want in English, especially if they are Asian. “Is it so hard to just learn to speak English?” I heard her mutter once. She’s drowning in her own irony.

Well, considering that it’s said that English is the hardest language in the world to learn, I’d say; yes. Yes, it is, you bitch.

Oh, and I love his riff on the reverse of all of this…the bit about “well, I’m not in jail…yo! you ain’t s’pposed to go to jail!”

:slight_smile:

Damn right! shakes matt’s hand