So this kind of stuff hurts to read. It just does. I know some will be blah blah blah, not always about you, but it is a emotional response. It doesn’t get easier, and I can say nothing and pretend nothing happens but it does. Conversations like these, they have a cost. It’s a heavy one, like days worth of weight. And it probably wasn’t that easy to write for you either.
I am just wondering what happened to the poor driver, if a false witness caused him to take the hit on his insurance, if maybe it became insurance he lost because he couldn’t pay the premiums anymore, which led to the loss of a car which meant not commuting to work so loss of his job; he’s at risk of losing everything he has, commits a crime, goes to jail and now becomes a stereotypical example. Or even the couple that went out for a quite/nice dinner and witnesses another couple refuse to even sit by them.
What exactly is wrong with that response? What makes that so disruptive and so unfair? That I question why these stories are so often told from one perspective but not the other, and if the other tries to tell their tale, it’s race baiting, or maybe they don’t “really” know it was racism, stop using the racial card. For every example of some racist act, there is someone on the receiving end, and this is from people who will actually admit they did it. There are plenty of others that would never admit it they do these things, not openly.
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But I don’t blame people for loving their family, or holding out hope that there might be change one day. It’s like the video @arrendek posted. It feels like the conversation is so often concerned from one angle, this concern, this love, this hope… I just don’t subscribe as easily to the idea that change is as common as others apparently believe it is.
I don’t think it’s lesser racism. I think the consequences are just less easy to see, nothing immediate, no crime to put on the frontpage. I won’t apologize for thinking that. And if voicing that point-of-view disrupts anything, and offends anyone, I don’t know what to tell you, maybe the problem isn’t me.