I am a white person.Read the rest here: Race Ya.
I am occasionally a little bit clueless.
I am sometimes a bit racist.
Okay, now, hold on, everybody! I’m not, like, proud of that statement. The only people who are proud of that statement … I actually don’t know anyone who is proud of that statement. White supremacists? Hitler youth? No one wants to be racist. That’s why people begin statements that are usually super racist with the phrase “I don’t want to sound racist, but…”
(Tip: If you start a sentence that way, you are almost always going to say something incredibly racist).
I don’t want to be racist. No one actually wants to be a racist.
But I have been known to say or do clueless, ignorant, or hurtful things before, because of a subconscious prejudice against people who don’t look like me.
Do I enjoy the experience of owning up to that fact? Hell, no. It feels fucking terrible to admit that.
But I know it to be true. I have unpacked some of my past shitty behaviors and understood them for what they are. And I’m afraid — no, I mean it, actually afraid — that as educated as I am, as hard as I try to change this about myself, some of that subliminal bias is just never going to be completely erased.
Monday, December 15, 2014
While we're dwelling on unpleasant truths...
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