Recently, I watched the blu-ray version of It’s A Hard Day’s Night, filmed, I think in 1964. It might have been 1954 for how Great Britain looked at the time. That country has changed mightily.
I moved from Seattle (my home of 46 years) to Kentucky six years ago. I was a costco member since 1988 and we spend the lion’s share of our money there. The closest was the Southcenter/Tukwila store.
One thing we noticed in KY when we first went to the Louisville Costco was the “whiteness” of the crowd. It was tangible. It’s just where we shop now, as we did in Seattle.
Fast forward six years.
This summer we were visiting family and friends in Seattle and during the trip stopped by that old Costco store for some stuff. There were almost no white people to be found. It was amazing. We actually started “seeking them out” and were stunned by them being not only a minority, but a SMALL minority of the customers.
I don’t care what race people are, but I very much care about what culture they are. I get along with people “like me”, and that is because we are the same culture. Race may or may not play a part in it, but I felt like I was in a foreign country at that costco. Kinda like the Renton Wal-Mart, which feels like a third world country.