Wow, this is a pretty all over the place thread. Has me pretty charged I have to say. Hmmm; the good about racism. Actually I can see how at some point racism was probably very important. I mean, way back when much of the population was primitive and tribal, racism was probably a large part of survival, as in "him no look like me, him might be dangerous; ookook" and so racism was born. Just like always if people don't know much about a thing they tend to fear it, mob mentality sets in and the hatred takes off. Racism didn't start like last week so, I was just pondering about the root of it and that's what I came up with.
And thats not to say it something to condone, I just can see how at some point it could have been a survival tactic. Engaging in that kind of behavior nowadays is pretty idiotic with the world being the way it is; so full of culture. Having access to the internet one has the chance to really involve themselves with all kinds of people with entirely different backgrounds. There really is no place for a xenophobic mindset nowadays. Well, Im sure someone could come up with a place, but forget those dewds.
Have I been hated on racially? Hell yeah I have, everyday of my life to some extent. Whether its outright, or hidden in some kind of patronizing gesture, its typically there. Well, to be fair maybe not everyday, but enough to warrant a long sigh.
I can recall a particular time when I was a wee fifteen year old walking across a wal-mart parking lot on a sunny Macon Georgia (USA) day. Listening to my head phones I failed to look both ways to cross a pedestrian intersection, and a van that was truly going too fast hit on brakes in order not to hit me. Some white guy stuck his head out the window and yelled some obscenity at me that I fail to remember now, and I screamed thoughtlessly back at him in return. Then our eyes connected, it was almost as if we were expecting each other to let out some truly worn racial slur...none came. He just got back in his van and rode off, and I walked my way. I often think about that moment every now and then for the simple fact that, though we were two entirely different types of people we both understood that, honestly, we really could do without all that canned hatred shit. We both were probably just tired of it all together, and the act of engaging in the name calling activity was truly pointless, and time consuming. Though there was no big racist payoff in that exchange it makes me feel better in knowing that at the peak of a heated misunderstanding that people can still choose to be some form of civil after all the base cussing is done. Rare as it may be. :ugeek:
-My toilet seat is racist!