A few weeks ago I met a very nice woman and her husband and have been e-mailing and talking with her on the phone ever since. This past Saturday I joined them at a naturist park that they had visited the week before and highly recommended. I'm perfectly happy with the River where I go but wanted to see my new friends again and just check the place out.
The last time I saw them I noticed a small Confederate flag on the bumper of their truck and when I mentioned this to a friend he pointed out that some people don't even think of this as a racist symbol but as a way of saying that you're proud of being from the South. (Um, OK.....I found out later that he was a Bush supporter. I've really got to be more careful about the company I keep.)
As I was telling my daughter where I would be for the weekend I explained to her that the woman had been very nice and we seemed to have a lot in common but I was afraid they might be a bit red-neck. I felt that this was an opportunity for me to broaden the way I look at people and I definitely don't want to be guilty of judging people by appearances.
When I arrived at the park it was marked on the road with an American flag. Nothing wrong with a flag, right? (get a clue, Sharon)
I was greeted warmly by everyone there and worked very hard to join in on their conversations even though the only thing we seemed to have in common was that we were all nude. (don't be a snob, Sharon)
I swallowed hard at the first swipe at Obama and didn't say anything. (if you say anything right now you'll throw a wet blanket over the whole afternoon and you're way outnumbered...) (I know, I know! spineless wimp)
But then in the late afternon, IT happened. The racist joke!!! As we stood in the pool the husband let out with a "nigger" joke and a loud-mouthed woman on the deck joined in the laughter and added to the god-damned, stupid, idiotic, racist, self-righteous vomit.
I exited the pool, informed them that I had decided to head back into town to visit some clubs, showered, got in my car and didn't stop until I reached Ragtime about two hours later. As I got out of the car I could feel the ocean breeze washing over my body and trying to soothe and cleanse my mind.
Some of you know that my grandson is a mixed race child and he is the love of my life. I've never been a person who sees color when I look at a face and some of my best friends are and have always been darker skinned than I so I thought I was pretty liberal until Jacob was born. Now when I hear a racist comment they're talking about my grandson! It cuts my heart in two! It slaps me across the face and I want to strike out and hit back but what good would it do?
What good does it do?
No, I haven't told them yet why I left because I want to be careful what I say. I would like to be constructive and instructive instead of just fueling their flames of racism. I'll send her an e-mail when I calm down a bit but still I wonder...
What good will it do?


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Very wise and self-controlled move Sharon. Not sure I could handle it. But I admire the way you ignored all the warning signs in an effort to be open-minded :-)
r~
Meanwhile, I'm having a really hard time getting my mind around the concept of a right-wing naturalist camp!
The only wrong way to deal with hate is to accept it.
Thanks, guys, for reading and commenting. I'll send that e-mail today along with a picture of my adorable grandson.
I am one of the "beige babies" Penrose speaks of. The custom in this country is that if you are some part black, you identify as black. People may not realize that this same scenario takes place on the other side of the issue. When I am in a predominately black social setting, someone will invariably start with the "white folks" commentary.
And I say: "Hey, that's my mother you're talking about!" I get that it takes courage to do that. When I hesitate, out of fear of either being ridiculed or literally beaten down, I ask myself how I will feel when I go home and look in the mirror.
People need to be called out on their crap. I guarantee you there were other white people in that same crowd who were uncomfortable with that joke -- even some of the ones who were laughing! Fear prevents them from having the courage of their own convictions. We have to get over that. Right is right. Let the bigots fear those of us who are on the side of reason and humanity for a change!
Lezlie
Ask yourselves: there has never in world history been a nation other than ours that has found it important to coddle the memory of a failed and illegal rebellion against itself. ASK YOURSELVES WHY.
R. Excellent essay.
I must say though, there is nothing wrong with the flag, it should not be considered a warning sign that racism is ahead. That might be the one thing that group did that is okay--- fly the flag and be proud of it, period.
Racist redneck nudists? >
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I do the same thing you did - I leave. If it's important enough to me I explain later, or at the moment if I'm able to do so with some measure of control. I do not laugh or smile obligingly when I hear racist/sexist/ageist/etc jokes.
I'm one of those few who love the "Rebel flag" and I have a very nice one. Folded carefully and put away. Years ago I flew it, back before it became so blatantly associated with racism. I have mixed feelings about this - but me drive to not be unnecessarily offensive outweighs my desire to see my flag wave outside my door.
Thanks for a great post. I'm going to share it with my biracial son in law! kp
Exceptional post.
thank you for this
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At the school I work at we had a parent meeting encouraging families to attend to build unity in our community. We had around 60 people show up (half of the room was black parents and the other half was white). Anyway, as a staff member I sat in the back of the room and listened to what some of the stories were that came from the families of color. I expected a little back and forth but didn't quite expect some of the families in the room to become so defensive. The stories were never presented as anything more than "this is what happened to my child and how can we better handle it next time" or "this is what I would hope that my child would learn more of in the classroom" yet some of the white families definitely took it personal when it wasn't personally directed. The startling part was when a very, VERY angry caucasian father, whom I didn't know, approached me to let me know that it was ridiculous that "these people" felt as if they could come in and say these things when it was "our school". He obviously felt that as I was a caucasian staff member I would sympathize with his complaint and "do someting about it" but I let him continue as I sat silently. When he was finished, even though I was extremely angry, I simply said his comments were noted. As the meeting concluded I calmly went to the microphone and explained to the parents what my family make up was and the challenges my children had faced. One of those encounters, included my 11 year old being approached by a classmate with a "black joke". I went on to explain that while I was upset that my child had to endure this I also had to step back and analyze what had happened to try and resolve the situation. It all narrowed down to education. I need to educate my daughter on how to best respond, not to tolerate and not let it kill her self esteem. Her classmate, at 11 years old, obviously needs to be educated on what he is saying and how it affects others. The staff needs to be educated on how best to handle these hateful interactions. Let's be honest not every adult is comfortable when it relates to the "R" word (race). I explained to the parents the intent is that every child on our school campus feels valued and appreciated and to that we all must be educated. If you could have seen the look on that angry Dad's face when I finished. If I would have responded angrily (which was my first instinct) I wouldn't have taught him anything that day. Instead he walked away with a better understanding of how hurtful these instances were to the CHILDREN, not just the adults, but also how ignorant he looked when he came to me.
Sharon, I would encourage you to go back to your friends and educate them on your grandson and his heritage and how hurtful it was. It may catch there attention. You may or may not educate them but if nothing else you will have done the right thing for your grandson and you will have educated them whether they wanted to be or not. I'll die on that hill for my children and I think you would do the same for your grandson.
Good luck...
I think the good it does to mention it is that it gives the racist poop spreader the idea that he/she just might not be as socially acceptable as they thought they were. But that's not the way everyone wants to handle such a distasteful situation, mainly because we aren't all self-controlled enough.
You did what was right for you at the time.
I agree. I think Sharon did a great job in handling herself well given the circumstances. I just know how it sits with you as it relates to your family when you don't say anything and it sounds as if that is what Sharon is grapling with. Her friends may choose to disagree and continue being moron's but she may feel better for saying something on her families behalf. Either way I wish Sharon luck in what feels comfy for her.
I'd agree with that. I've sat quiet or with a smile on my face during dyke/fag commentary. I speak out if i know the people, but usually I just sit there and simmer with hate hiding behind a polite bored look. Speak up next time. Us beta fools will be grateful for the opportunity to stand behind someone real.
Monica - education, and Julie - fear, sum it up for me.
Unfortunately though, so does D Art's.
Take care, Sharon.
Thanks Duane and Kim for thinking of my safety. I don't seem to have fear for myself so I need a reminder sometimes.
I just sent the e-mail and I won't share the entire thing but here's a little part with a bow to Martin included.
"...as a friend I didn't want to start the discussion in public. It goes much deeper for me than just a question of racism. Please take a look at the attached picture of my grandson, Jacob. You were, in essence, calling my grandson a "nigger". He is half black. He is a wonderful, loving, caring child and I hope he grows up to be the kind of person who doesn't judge a man by the color of his skin but the content of his character. I hope that the next time you start to tell a "nigger" joke you see that picture in your mind and remember that I cared enough to share this with you."
I don't know that I can change the way he feels about other races but I know that I've given him reason to pause before he does it again. I won't be around to find out for sure.
Thank you, dear friends.
Some.
To them it's all okay. They want to excuse racism, you don't. That means you are on the high road and they the low road.
There is actually no such thing as race as people understand it. There's no scientific basis for it whatsoever, just leftover scraps of hundreds year old theories that didn't hold up over time. As a matter of fact, the most recent genetic research has shown that every single person on the planet today is a descendant of a small group of perhaps 2,000 individuals in Africa, themselves survivors of a much larger group that had suffered a dramatic decline in numbers due to some disaster. We are all related, and our DNA is 99.9% identical. And the tiny .1% where we differ is almost all related to appearance, such as skin and eye color, hair texture and the like.
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