Trinidad, on 2015-September-26, 07:18, said:
That may be true, but meanwhile there is a lot of racism going around... and it is not the dogs, the cars, the houses, or the daisies that are racist. It is people.
Does that mean that racist people are bad people? Not necessarily.
I was an innocent Dutch guy when I started my PhD work in Chemical Engineering at Michigan State a long time ago. About two weeks after I came there our research group went on a conference. It meant that I had to share a hotel room (and a king size bed) with a fellow student... from India. I was pretty apprehensive.
What made it difficult for me to share a room with an Indian guy? I didn't know:
what Indian people do before they sleep
whether they wear pijamas
what they will do when they wake up
how they would react if we by accident happened to touch each other
And this apprehension existed, despite the fact that my first impressions with this guy had only been good: He had been giving me rides home and we had had coffee at his place. It was a strange kind of coffee, but his intentions were clearly good.
Now, I don't consider myself a racist, and currently some of my very best friends are from India (easy when you study Engineering
) and meanwhile I have had the honor to visit India a few times. But at the time I was as xenophobic as anybody else. This fear of the unknown is fairly normal. So, if you have an isolated community with a 100% WASP population, it doesn't surprise me at all if Joe and Jane Smith are somewhat apprehensive when someone named LeSean Abdullah comes into town to start a bakery. (Nor does it surprise me that LeSean decides to open his bakery in the city instead.)
The key to combat racism is not to say that this natural apprehension for the unknown is racist and bad. It is to recognize that this apprehension is natural and then to overcome it, by climbing over the barrier to look what is on the other side. And there you will find ... a person. That takes courage, but it makes life a lot nicer.
Rik
Yes, indeed.
There are many aspects to this. No doubt some of this will be repetition:
Story 1: I started at an undergrad at the University of Minnesota in 1956. After a year or so a coffee shop opened (The Ten O'Clock Scholar, I think it is still there.) . One of those places where you drink coffee, play chess, discuss Sartre, etc. I am playing chess, a black guy is second guessing my every move, and after a bit of this I say something like "Look, you can play the winner, until then buzz off". Reflecting on this later, I felt very good. My neighborhood where I grew up was white, all white. My high school was white, all white. I did not want to be a racist. When I realized that I had treated this guy exactly the same as I would have treated a white guy who commented on my every move, and I felt a sense of relief.
Story 2: I started grad school, also at Minnesota, in 1960. There were many many Indians and many, many Pakistanis. This was a time when India and Pakistan were expected to go to war at any moment. Indian grad students and Pakistani grad students got along just fine. Very interesting to see. But the Indian caste system seemed to survive the trip over, and it led to the following. Some grad student group was having a gathering at a park. Alcohol was in plentiful supply. . I had borrowed a car (at the time my finances were tight and I was carless) and I was bringing two Indians with me. One sat in front, the other in back. As it was time to leave, the one who had been in back made a mad dash to get a front seat. This led to great consternation. The previous front-seater said the front-seat was his. The new front-seater explained that they were now in the US and the fact that the previous front-seater was of a higher caste made no difference now. Chances of working this out were about as good as if the two were Ted Cruz and Barack Obama. I finally announced that I didn't care who sat where but it was 2 in the morning and I was about to leave. Eventually I did, leaving the previous front-seater behind. He called upon the police and in the spirit of international cooperation they gave him a ride home. I don't know what seat he sat in in the police car. Perhaps surprisingly, the next time I saw him he said that I had behave very irrationally but that was no reason we could not still be friends, so we were.
Anyway, personal interaction is the key. I take this to be your point, and I absolutely agree. Other things are needed as well, no doubt about it, but getting to know each other is a fine start.
It is just so easy for things to go sideways. Quite a few years back I was in a bar, owned by a black guy I knew. Most, maybe all, of the other customers were black. I was sitting at the bar and ordered another drink. As the owner started making my drink someone, I think a couple of someones, remarked about how he was moving very promptly to get what the white guy wanted. He set them straight.
There is a lot of history, and we will not easily get past it all. There are times that I am very pessimistic. People are just people, I really believe that, but we all come with a lot of baggage. Last night I caught the last part of
Sea of Love (I have seen it more than once or twice before) and Pacino is saying to Goodman, "People are work". Yep.