Aseahawkfan wrote:That is not true. You can see a difference in skin color or accent, but you do not have to interpret in the manner you do. There are plenty of other people as dark as Africans, yet we do not call them "black." That is an idea specifically taught to you, so that you see yourself as something else. What do you refer to yourself as?
I probably shouldn't have linked skin color with accent as adjusting the way I approach an individual because I don't change very much of my behavior. But there are some small things that I have to do to make sure that I don't unintentionally offend a black person. For example, I might ask a white person "how's your boy doing?", but if a person is black, I try to avoid using the term "boy" and would substitute the term "son" as boy has racial overtones, and yes, that's something I was taught. There are some people of all races that are oversensitive to the slightest perceived insult, so it's best to avoid it if you can.
What do I call myself? I have to laugh at that question because at work we once we had to take a survey and there was no option for white or Caucasian under race, rather I learned of a new demographic group: Euro-American. Personally, I'd like to rid ourselves of the hyphenated categories and consider everyone just one homogeneous mass, which will become an eventuality in a few hundred years anyway as recessive traits start to become extinct (blondes will be the first to go).
Aseahawkfan wrote:One of the most problematic examples is the idea of American. When I was young so many people thought of Americans as only white, basically someone who looked like European ancestry. Folk of African descent were either black, negro, or African-American, but always the idea that they are something "other" or "alien" or "outsider." Yet when I associated with folk of African descent, they were not like that at all. The men and women born here spoke English, acted American, believed in American ideals, and weren't much different than folk of European ancestry other than a difference in skin coloration and some minor things like perhaps musical taste. That's it.
I was born in 1954 and grew up in the relatively rural town of Walla Walla. I associated with a small number of blacks, Hispanics, and Asians (we called them Orientals at the time), but I never thought of them as anything but Americans. But my dad sure did.
Aseahawkfan wrote:Near as I could see the only reason to see them as a black or African-American if the person is being respectful, is that person is seeing them as other than themselves as in an outsider or stranger. They don't see them as a fellow American or part of the same nation. That has been illustrated over and over and over and over again, even from polite liberal Democrats.
I do think that our different experiences, my growing up white and my friends growing up as something else, are worth discussing. One of my best friends emigrated here from Romania in 1980. He's the one that told me about accents, how when a person speaks with an accent that the impression they're giving others is that they're dumb, and he was exactly right. It was something I had never thought of. I've repeated that story to a number of my foreign born friends, and it's helped them understand what kind of biases they're up against. Likewise, I've had my black friends tell me of some of the biases they've had to endure. You don't solve problems by ignoring them.
Aseahawkfan wrote:You don't seem much you like buy into the racist crap. Racism has always been super tiresome. I don't even get it. Maybe it's because like you're daughter I'm mixed European-Latin ancestry. Never crossed my mind to look at my parents as other than people first. I carried that with me into the world. Makes it far easier not to feel like you're part of a particular group and just be a person. Nothing to identify much with other than your nationality.
Not to blow my own horn, but I had an incident where a Laotian person, of whom I did not know and that worked on a different shift, approached me with a Laotian friend of hers that didn't speak much English. She had been sent home, and rightfully so, by our assistant HR manager because she was thought to have pink eye, a very contagious disease, and told to go see a doctor. She went to an urgent care clinic and was told by a doctor that it was infected but not pink eye, and had a note saying so. However, when she went to the timekeeper and asked to be paid for the time she missed, the timekeeper (who could be a real b****) blew her off. I told the two to come with me. We walked in through the HR office, past the timekeeper, and we sat down in the HR manager's office. The result was that we got her paid for the day she was sent home.
What had happened was that the lady didn't know what to do and when she told one of her friends about her problem, they told her not to mess with going to HR, you go find RiverDog, he'll get it straightened out for you. I felt pretty good about myself that day.