The dirty little secret that no one wants to discuss is that every day, from waking up in the morning until falling asleep at night, white people don’t even think about blacks, let alone plot to subjugate them, any more than they think about aborigines in Australia or native tribes along the Amazon. They don’t look forward to screwing them over, or setting aside a special place for them. They neither go out of our way to avoid them nor seek them out. They’re just not on the radar. Blacks are like anyone else, either someone we know, or another stranger.
They’re not that special.
My wound nurse and housekeeper are both black. All I want from them is what they’re being paid to do.