Unfortunately... I think that there are just pockets of
this everywhere...and I think it is the fault of parents (and maybe
a few organizations) for teaching hatred and bullying.
Writing the post about the comedy show made me feel oogey...
like I should not have an opinion about a black comedy tour and the
racially charged jokes because I could not possibly understand the
plight or mentality of modern African Americans... but it
still feels like anti-white racism to me, and I do not know how to
reconcile that with what I was taught; Love everyone no matter
their background, socioeconomic standing, and skin color.
During my adolescence, I had the unfortunate experience of race
riots. A black man swallowed a bag of cocaine while being
chased by police, was finally caught and handcuffed and restrained
face down on the ground where he promptly died from the cocaine
baggie that ruptured in his body.
The resulting tension in my town was awful. NAACP, Black
Panthers and... KKK all meeting on the courthouse lawn...
The Black community had "meetings" where they planned
looting, vandalism, and told their children which days to riot in
school. They instructed their kids to "jump" white
children...and it was incredibly scary.
The day before it happened I had a diverse and all encompassing
list of friends. The day after, I was afraid I would get
hurt.
Because I did not get jumped, I did not completely change my
perspective and I kept some of those friends into adulthood...and
now over 15 years since it happened... We discuss what happened.
Their version of events is a LOT different than mine, and
that is ok. They were kids, and they know only what they were told,
but I try not to correct them... if they believe that a man was
beaten to death because he was black by white cops, I cannot argue
with that.
It was surprising to find out that I shared some sort of
"protection" with a few other students... that we were specifically
mentioned as "off limits" when these "leaders" were telling these
kids to "beat whitey." On one hand it made me feel good that
I had friends (or my parents did?) who were willing to try to
keep me out of harms way... but then I remember the things that
happened.
People who had NEVER been mean a day in their life to ANYONE,
getting thrown down stairs because they were white. Nobody
should have to experience that...
All that to say that I know in my heart... if something like
that were to happen again in this town... I fully believe the same
events would repeat. Riots, vandalism, looting, and black
parents and leaders telling their kids to take the opportunity to
beat on white kids. It is a perpetual cycle...and no matter
how much we really do care about each other on a good day...on a
bad day most of these people change for the worst.