2 August 2004
Racism Tonight
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The following is a true story, about something that just happened to a black friend of mine, and it pisses me off:
This guy was driving home after dark from the grocery store, through a nearly-all-white neighborhood. From a side street, a group of 4 or 5 kids (between 10 and 15 years old) lobbed a bag full of sand at his car. He braked to avoid it going through his windshield, and it landed on his hood. They ran down a side street. He quickly spun his car around to follow them, but they ducked into or behind houses, and because it was dark and they were several houses down the street, he couldn't make out which ones. He only saw them well enough to guess at their age, and to see that they were white.
He parked and walked down the street a little, hoping to see where they'd gone. No luck. He came to a house with three white men sitting on their porch. Had they seen anything, he inquired. Nope. Not a thing.
Regardless, my friend called the police on his mobile phone and told them what had happened. Wanting to give the police complete information, he asked the three men what street he was on. They wouldn't tell him, pretending astonishment that this guy didn't even know where he was. As the only black person around, it was obvious to them he was out of place, and deserved no help, just ridicule. They clearly didn't give a damn what had happened to him.
After telling the story to the police, my friend returned to his car, figuring it was pointless to stick around, since he had no hope of the perps being located, and especially not of them being turned over. But he saw a couple getting out of their car and walking to their house, and he told them what had happened, so they'd at least be aware of what was happening on their street. Maybe they'd be able to help prevent this happenning again.
She said that she'd seen those kids around, and they'd been making trouble. When my friend suggested that they keep an eye out for these kids and maybe let them know that they were attracting police attention, the man started giving him attitude about this being their neighborhood, and he shouldn't be telling them what to do. (He lives about 3/4 of a mile away, and pointed this out.) He ended up apologising for this supposed impertinence, got back in his car, and drove the rest of the way home.
Now, I can't imagine that my friend would have received this kind of treatment if he'd been white. But because he was black, he was immediately categorised as "them" and basically told by the three men on the porch, and the couple by their car to go fuck himself. That's racism, plain and simple. And it happened just like that, tonight.
Oh, except for one thing. I lied about two things: the "friend" was me (I'm white), and everyone else in the story (except perhaps the police dispatcher) was black.
I do recognise that white racists and black racists aren't equivalent. One has the safety of being in the majority and the institutional power of The System on his side. And the other has extenuating circumstances (see the preceding remark) that partially justify his hostility. But they're both racist. And they're both wrong.
This isn't any new revelation to me, so if anyone's tempted to cheer that "whitey finally understands what it's like", I'm afraid you're a couple decades too late. I've understood deep down for quite a while that racism is hateful and vile, and that it's a double-edged sword that hurts both majority and minority. This isn't my first experience on the unpleasant side of it, either personally or vicariously through frieds on the other side.
But it's something that happened to me tonight, and I think it warrants recognition. I'm not stupid enough to think that all black people don't give a shit about what happens to a white guy, but the fact that several of them do demonstrates that racism is still a problem, and it's a problem that (among other things) contributes to a handful of juvenile delinquents being sheltered from punishment for their crimes. And if there's any white folks reading this who think that racism isn't their problem: Buy a clue. It is.
# 2004-08-02 11:18 PM | TrackBackSomething similar happened to my Big a while back. He was at a gas station, waiting in line for something or other in the middle of the night, and he was attacked by a drunken black guy.
When he police arrived, they refused to do anything, basically telling him that he "should've known better than to be there."
Posted by: Geoff at August 3, 2004 09:52 PMSkin color is just one of the more obvious ways that people in this country identify themselves, and gather together in cliques and "'hoods", and certainly it's nothing new to find yourself on someone else's turf. I'm not saying it's right, I'm just saying it's the way things are. Ethnic whites were fighting turf wars in the big eastern cities for a century or more during the great European immigrations to this country. It does make me wonder whether human beings have been more programmed through a hundreds of thousands of years of evolution to congregate more in small groups or tribes than in large, and in the case of the U.S., multicultural nation states. The nation state after all IS a relative new invention in the history of the human species.
Just looking at the U.S., one can conclude that we may be multi-ethnic and multi-racial, when it comes to looking at the country as a whole, but the way people actually live, it's obvious we've created relatively small and more ethnically pure enclaves where most of us prefer to live. Isn't that the basis for your argument for wanting to break apart the U.S. into smaller nations?
Anyway, you aren't gonna solve America's race problem all by yourself. But at least you did what you thought was the right thing to do, regardless of race, and if in so doing you ran up against resistance and some attitude, well, that's the price you pay for living in the good old U.S. of A. ;-)
Posted by: don at August 17, 2004 09:28 PMWhat I thought was "the right thing to do" would have been to shake those kids around a bit and hold them long enough for them to get a stern talking-to from a cop (preferably of skin color similar to theirs). I didn't pull that off.
I do know people who wouldn't have stopped and gotten out of their cars in that neighborhood, and I take some pride in the fact that I didn't give it a second thought. The only danger I was in that night was from kids with incredibly poor judgment about what sort of idle mischief they could get away with, and I behaved accordingly. It's not as if everybody there carries a piece... just an attitude.
Posted by: God's ex-Boyfriend at August 17, 2004 10:52 PMits all context.
Posted by: cul at September 12, 2004 05:15 PM


