I seem to have to be inspired to write. Sweet Wills was my inspiration this time. It was his comment in particular which I found very poignant: The country is falling apart and this is no time to try and figure out who plays the race card more. All the people of the United States of America should stand united and all those white or black, democratic or republican that want to blame everything on racism can be left behind.
Enough is enough.
I think I should like to relate my story of race relations, and perhaps you will understand why I become a bit confounded by this bullshit.
When I was a child growing up in Jacksonville, FL, mother was the Girl Scout leader so I had plenty of black girlfriends, and I would have them over to spend the night. This was in the 70’s, so I really don’t know if that was “radical” or not. My parents are like me or vice-versa, I suppose: It boils down to the person not the color of the skin for us.
In 1978, we moved to Panama City. The first day of school, a silly black boy grabbed my ass, and I slapped the shit outta him. I have to say I would’ve done the same damn thing had it been a silly white boy. What really freaked me out was after school a bunch of kids started chanting: “A fight, a fight, a nigger and a white.” I distinctly remember going home, calling my girlfriend in Jacksonville and telling her I had moved into the COUNTRY!
Now in high school, I dated this silly redneck boy. He made fun of every race under the sun as well as mentally handicapped people, girls, &c. No one was spared. For some strange reason, I ignored this sick humour of his. One night, we were out cruising on the beach (hey, this was high school) and this black fella had broken down. So the first words out of his mouth were “stupid nigger.” Then he pulled over, fixed the fella’s car, and was as pleasant as you please to him. Needless to say, I was confounded. To this day, I shall never understand this type of nutty behaviour.
Now in college, I dated quite a few black boys. We got some looks, but bi-racial relationships, at that time, hadn’t garnered the acceptance that they do now. (Guess I was a pioneer.) I will say this: There was never anything ugly said to me.
The funny thing is, the only ugly things that have been said to me were told to me by my black girlfriends. In college, I had three black roommates and I went to their sorority party. I was the lone white girl in a crowd of about 70-100 people. Naturally, I was checking out the boys, as is my wont, and apparently another chickadee got upset and one of my roomies came to my rescue. I had no idea this had even occurred. My roomie told me that this girl was calling me a cracker slut or some such nonsense. It is understandable that I didn’t hear any of this as I have a particular fondness for boys. The other time I was told ugly things were said about me was when I went to the mall with my black girlfriend. We were looking at shoes, and I’m not gonna lie, I’ve got a bit of a shoe fetish and tend to go into my own little world when perusing them. Next thing I know, my girlfriend is yelling at these two black chicks, and I’m thinking, WTF? So my girlfriend tells me they were talkin smack about us, and I told her, “C., I really don’t give a rat’s ass.” But I tell you, C. was worked up!
There you have it. That is my life story with racial indescretions. Well, I did leave out a girlfriend of mine from SF who was especially cruel at Asian restaurants. She would act like she spoke Chinese when she ordered, and confuse the server. She was a very naughty girl! It was all great fun for her because she would laugh and laugh at how confused they would become. Seriously, I don’t know how she had the nerve to pull off those shenanigans.
Goodness! This is starting to resemble a B. post in length. It’s all Sweet Wills’ fault! I suppose I just don’t understand this whole racial thing. Have I lived a sheltered life? Am I an anomaly? Honest to God, these recollections are the only ones that I can recall as racist. Unfortunately, I have far more horrific memories of white people. (My own race.)
I know FL works with those inmates…..maybe they’re racist. I suppose my question is: Do you or have you experienced racism? More importantly: Do you believe it should or does affect politics?