This is not an ode to Jimi Hendrix though - it's a follow on from some issued raised by fishnets...
I grew up in a predomantly white town (and it remains so) then spent 6 years in Leicester and London in neighborhoods where I was the minority - the former city had a majority of Indian and Pakistani and the latter, predominantly West Indian. I've lived for the last 6 years in a black neighborhood, although of course gentrification is changing that. My perspective has shifted dramatically through the years, although it happened by degrees, due to living amongst people of different ethnic and cultural backgrounds, being in a number of mixed race relationships and living as an immigrant, but it's been changed most of all by my experience of parenting mixed race kids and seeing people's reactions to them.
I wrote on my old blog about people making conscious choices about who they will and won't date based on ethnicity, and I might repost it if this thread goes anywhere. A man named Taldarhan made a pertinent point back then about white people dismissing black opinions in discussions of racism. Ironically, his point of view caused quite a stir. There are plenty of people proud to be racist and they can be found in amongst any ethnicity, but it seems that the most discomfort from the topic is experienced by white liberals. Many white liberals feel uncomfortable engaging in the discussion because they feel they are not racist, but very often the biggest evidence of deep rooted racism comes out of the mouths of white liberals. Those comments tend to be subtle, but they expose a deep seated mistrust of "the other".
I dated a Belizian man for a while and we would have debates about social politics all the time. He would describe an experience and I would parallel it with my experience of prejudice as a woman. This drove him crazy. After a lot of arguments about it, I was able to identify a couple things--
First, I believed that I was expressing empathy and that my experience was similar, if not so far reaching, but I was in fact undermining his experience.
Second, that I felt somehow blamed because my people had wronged his people.
The more enmeshed I am with this subject due to my own experience of mixed race relationships, my extended family of black and white people and my mixed race children, the more I have learned to listen. To listen to someones experience. That's all. I can't negate it and I am not responsible for it - there's nothing worse than a self-hating white liberal. But, I have a responsibility to that person to hear them and try and be cognizant of their experience going forward.
I have heard many white people say "I don't see color". And, whilst I understand the point they are trying to make, I find it to be disingenuous. You *should* see color because it shapes a person's experience. Maybe in another few hundred years, there will be a level playing field and at that point, not seeing color will be an option. But for now, it isn't.
Very often, if I speak of racism with another white person, I hear "well, they are racist too" as if this is justification for prejudice.
And yes, *they* are. Where I used to live in Brixton, London, the biggest source of racial tension was between Africans and West Indians. I am the "fucking white bitch" and the cracker at least once a week and just a few weeks back, my son and I got attacked by a child. People are uncomfortable with those different from them and prejudice flows in all directions. It is equally disingenuous of people of color to claim that white people don't experience prejudice, because some of us experience it on a very regular basis. (Interestingly, I was never called names living in Brixton)
One major difference between the black experience and white experience is that, for example, if a white person gets heat in Bed Stuy, they can move to Westchester. If they can't stand the heat, in other words, they can get out of the kitchen. But not everyone gets that option. I don't have that option because I am responsible to my children and would not expect them to live in a place where noone looks like them. (In truth, I'd move them to Fort Greene if I could afford it since being mixed race there is practically a requirement)
I am nervous about tomorrow. Nervous that too many white liberals won't be able to follow through on the day. Nervous about my friend's black father that won't vote for a black man and my Guatemalan friend's father who won't vote for a black man either. I am nervous about raising my mixed race sons in a country that fails to acknowledge that such a thing even exists... the list goes on.
So, nope, I don't see anyone being color blind. Not here.
A psychologist friend of mine thinks that mixed-race kids are the way forward. They give rise to a blending of experience that doesn't seem to happen any other way. To quote Bob Marley "I don't have prejudice against meself. My father was a white and my mother was black. Them call me half-caste or whatever. Me don't dip on nobody's side. Me don't dip on the black man's side nor the white man's side. Me dip on God's side, the one who create me and cause me to come from black and white." I am with him right up until the God bit...
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