I swear to Gd this is me. My parents WORSHIPPED black basketball players and football players. My mom taught me about the painful history of slavery in the USA, and what we did to the Indians, whose art adorned every wall and table in our home. In the 1970s all races all over media were depicted together as friends, Black was beautiful.
In college in the 80s for 3.5 years this white Jew had a black boyfriend. At work, in our Japanese run company, the whites and blacks were the tiny minority people. But overall, race was not much of an issue in my life. When someone acted racist to see an interracial couple, we thought them stupid and backward. And they were the rare minority in our mixed area of Los Angeles.
It boggles the mind how now I am told I am super racist and have all this privilege and I am so absolutely racist that I don’t know how racist I am. That is an argument you can’t win. But it isn’t an argument. It’s gaslighting. It’s exactly like being in an abusive marriage where you are told YOU ARE CRAZY for speaking any truth.
I am so absolutely racist that I don’t know how racist I am. That is an argument you can’t win. But it isn’t an argument. It’s gaslighting. It’s exactly like being in an abusive marriage where you are told YOU ARE CRAZY for speaking any truth.
and there it is...