See, I tried something similar with my mom yesterday, asking her of Rosa Parks was protesting the bus or protesting having to sit in the back of it. She hand-waved it away and all police brutality because she knows of one white guy in Springfield, OH, who got smacked in the face by a cop and lost a few teeth.
Which is when I said, “You really don’t understand statistics, do you.”
I’m reading the responses, which I appreciate, and I’m curious if you guys have ever really experienced home-grown Appalachian racism. It’s in their bones, their blood. My mom talked about how if as a young person she saw “one” coming down the sidewalk the other way, she and her siblings knew to cross the street. Literally passing a person of color on the same sidewalk was anathema to them.
She also told me a few years ago she’d prefer my daughter (now 14yo) to date a white piece of trash who beat her over a good kid who treated her with respect if the latter was colored.
That’s what I’m dealing with here. Trust me, for years I’ve tried various angles of attack to pierce that bubble of unbridled hatred and none work. She literally moved from her first retirement home 10 years ago because a black family moved into the condo behind her.
All of this is also why I react very poorly on the rare occasion I’m accused of being racist myself. I spent years getting this garbage out of my head, starting around 18-19yo.