I substituted Friday in a high school where the approximate racial make-up is 48% Hispanic, 48% Black and 4% White. The last hour of the day, I was called a racist.
The epithet was yelled from a group of students, 10 minutes into the class period. Whoever yelled it didn't have the balls to say it to my face. I hadn't had time to prove either my racism or lack therof, so I wondered where it came from. What did I do? What did I say?
I stayed after school to report this incident to the Assistant Principal who promised he'd try to get to the bottom of it. I was explaining to him how offensive that word is to me. About half way through my report, I suddenly realized that the AP is Black. Shows you how racist and all I am...it took me that long to see his color.
If I hadn't been so insulted, I would have found it funny. You see, one of my best friends in college is Black. We remain FB friends to this day. I demonstrated in college in favor of Civil Rights. I was a member of the Black Student Union. One of my foster brothers is Arabic. Over half my nieces/nephews are either Black, Hispanic, Native American, or a combination of the above. When we all get together, it looks like a session at the UN. The only race not represented in my family is Asian, but that's not for lack of trying.
I enrolled my kids in desegrated schools, because I thought they should be exposed to a wide variety of cultures and races. As president of the PTA, I had particular problems with one of the parents, a Black single mom who seemed to think that my agenda was promoting white students over black. Our sons played on the same YMCA basketball team (my poor kid was the only white student on the team and he was neither the tallest nor the most gifted of players.)
One evening, this mom came rushing into practice late. I commented on how hard it is to get home from work, get dinner on the table and get the kids to practice. Our conversation drifted around that theme...the difficulty of being a single parent. I think she finally saw me as having a great deal in common with her, despite the color of my skin. I never had another problem with her at PTA.
Playing the "racism" card is a weapon. But if it's used too frequently, it begins to have no meaning. If I'm a racist and everyone who didn't vote for Obama is a racist and the Grand Wizard of the KKK is racist, there is no nuance of scale.
Since my ancestors came to this country in the late 19th century, we didn't own slaves. We, some of us, were indentured servants, which in some cases was roughly equivalent to slavery.
I have personally never owned a slave, so I don't know why I should feel guilty. I was taught as a child that being a racist was, at the very most, un-Christian and at the very least, rude. Being non-racist in 1960's Arkansas was a mean feat, but my parents managed it very well, thank you.
That's not to say that I have no biases. I do. Everyone does. My biases tend more to religious, rather than racial, groups. I don't have much truck with religious fanatics of any stripe, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or Two-Seed-In-The-Spirit-Predestinarians. (Look it up...there used to be a sect called that. They believed, among other things, that all sex was evil, so it isn't surprising they died out. They seemed to have trouble recruiting people to this idea and Lord knows, they didn't create any kids to bring up in the faith. Unlike the Catholic Church, which uses procreation as a way of filling pews.)
I remember when we first moved to the South, we were touring the Hot Springs National Park. It was a warm day, so the first water fountain I saw I drank from. I heard a gasp from behind me. Looking up, I saw the word "Colored" posted above the water fountain. People were looking at me as if I would drop dead or turn into a toad or turn Black or something. It was the first (but unfortunately, not the last) inkling I had that all was not harmonious between the races in the South.
I wonder if being called a racist isn't a form of racism. Racism, after all, is judging a person by the color of their skin, not the content of their character. Assuming that all white people are racist is ignoring the content of their characters.
I had a Black person tell me once that Black people cannot be racist. Really? It is my understanding that Blacks sometimes judge each other by how "high yeller" they are. And I have occasionally, like on Friday, been judged by the color of my skin. That's racist, isn't it?
I don't suppose that Blacks who lump all of us white people into a single category understand that it does their cause no good to treat us all as if we were in the KKK. Judge me by my actions, by the content of my character, not by the color of my skin.
