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Originally Posted by Low Key
That's neither sheltered, blind, nor in denial. That's specifically being aware of it and working to further it.
And how do we do this? Is this by speaking up? Is this by denouncing that kind of talk? Or any type of racist comments?
For example, when someone says to me "Well, your parents weren't born here so you aren't as American as I am" that's kind of laughable. It really doesn't bother me, but it bothers a lot of other people because it's implying their value is less than the other persons.
So, when a pretty girl asks me "where I'm from" and she's obviously trying to talk/hit on me, I'm obviously not going to be mad. It's not nearly as offensive as some of the liberal/progressive thinking process is towards those types of questions.
So, how do we deal with this? To the first comment I might get angry or defensive, to the 2nd I might just blow it off. What's the right way to respond? As brought up before, if you're white and a white person bitches about another race, do you respond differently than say, if a black person says something racist to you?
This is a problem, but it's a sensitive problem. My mother is racist. Some of my best friends parents are racist. At what point do you stand up for your beliefs and at what point do you value your relationships enough to put up with some wrong perspectives? How can I ever tell my mother that she should stop saying things and look positively towards a group of people who has occupied and attacked her country for decades?
I worked with a much older guy just a few years ago. He retired within 3 years of me working there. He never really spoke to me and I wondered why. Someone told me he was in Vietnam and been through some rough stuff and held a permanent grudge against all Asians. I understood. I really did. Even though I had absolutely zero to do with that, and in fact my people helped fight against the very people he disliked (Korea rotated 300k troops in Vietnam to help the US against the communists), I accepted his position. What could I have possibly said to this man?
In the end, a few months before he left he started coming over and talking to me quite a bit. He turned out to be a really good guy (which I always had a feeling of), but he just couldn't get past the **** he saw over there, and I was ok with that.