Blue Monk
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Can one be a racist or at the very least harbor racist beliefs or feelings and not know it?
Many times racist feelings are obvious but many times they are far more subtle. Judging another’s remarks can sometimes fall into gray areas where actual meaning, or hidden meaning can be hard to discern.
But my question is how confidently can anyone say, “I am not a racist.”
In my youth (yes I still remember some) I had no problem making this statement. I was raised that way. My parents were both vehemently anti-Racist and I learned mostly through example, in that I never saw my parents treat anyone without respect.
So it seemed natural to flatly claim I was not a racist as that is what I truly believed and it most certainly is what I aspired to.
Then one day I heard a story that forever changed my certainty on this issue. It made me reexamine my beliefs and I no longer am as confident in my assertions. This is a good thing.
It was years ago on 60 Minutes or some similar television news magazine. The subject was a woman who was a profiler for lawyers who helped them select juries. The actual focus was her battle with cancer but within the piece she related a story that obviously touched me as I remember it to this day.
She had been hired by the defense attorneys who were representing Indian activists from the American Indian Movement who were facing charges stemming from the events surrounding their occupation of Wounded Knee in 1973. Obviously concern over potential jurors racism would be a high priority.
She told of one potential juror, who was a very pleasant and very nice God fearing elderly woman whose house was situated between the reservation and the town. This woman was well known and well liked by the Indians as she had always been very warm and compassionate.
I’m repeating this from memory so forgive me if I paraphrase a bit for readability.
When being questioned the woman was asked if she harbored any prejudices against Native Americans and of course the woman replied no and that in fact she was quite friendly with them and considered many of them to be her friends.
When asked to describe her relations with the Indians she elaborated with antidotal incidents, one of which was how she often provided lodging for them in her barn. Many of the Indians had no cars and had to walk to town and many times they would time it wrong and it would get dark or the weather would go bad but they all knew that this kindly lady would put them up.
Then, according to the profiler’s account, she asked this elderly lady what she thought at the time was a rather innocuous question.
“What if they had been white?”
Again according to the profiler’s account, the entire court was startled by the elderly woman’s reaction.
At first she tried to speak but couldn’t and then she started crying.
Why?
Because if they had been white they would have slept in the house.
They did accept this woman as a juror because she clearly wanted to do what was right and was obviously honest enough to face an unpleasant truth about herself, something not many do so easily. They assumed that when faced with how easily a person can unconsciously harbor racist feelings that she would be determined not to let any influence her decision.
An interesting story and food for thought.
From an intellectual stand point I can easily dismiss racism as the rubbish it is. As a concept it fails spectacularly on all levels, culturally, scientifically and biologically.
But the true evil of racism is that what one understands rationally does not always match what is truly in one’s heart.
I would still say that I am not a racist, as I’m sure many of you would, but since hearing this story I have never been able to say that with as much conviction.
And that is a good thing.
Can anyone truly and unequivocally say, “I am not a racist?”
Many times racist feelings are obvious but many times they are far more subtle. Judging another’s remarks can sometimes fall into gray areas where actual meaning, or hidden meaning can be hard to discern.
But my question is how confidently can anyone say, “I am not a racist.”
In my youth (yes I still remember some) I had no problem making this statement. I was raised that way. My parents were both vehemently anti-Racist and I learned mostly through example, in that I never saw my parents treat anyone without respect.
So it seemed natural to flatly claim I was not a racist as that is what I truly believed and it most certainly is what I aspired to.
Then one day I heard a story that forever changed my certainty on this issue. It made me reexamine my beliefs and I no longer am as confident in my assertions. This is a good thing.
It was years ago on 60 Minutes or some similar television news magazine. The subject was a woman who was a profiler for lawyers who helped them select juries. The actual focus was her battle with cancer but within the piece she related a story that obviously touched me as I remember it to this day.
She had been hired by the defense attorneys who were representing Indian activists from the American Indian Movement who were facing charges stemming from the events surrounding their occupation of Wounded Knee in 1973. Obviously concern over potential jurors racism would be a high priority.
She told of one potential juror, who was a very pleasant and very nice God fearing elderly woman whose house was situated between the reservation and the town. This woman was well known and well liked by the Indians as she had always been very warm and compassionate.
I’m repeating this from memory so forgive me if I paraphrase a bit for readability.
When being questioned the woman was asked if she harbored any prejudices against Native Americans and of course the woman replied no and that in fact she was quite friendly with them and considered many of them to be her friends.
When asked to describe her relations with the Indians she elaborated with antidotal incidents, one of which was how she often provided lodging for them in her barn. Many of the Indians had no cars and had to walk to town and many times they would time it wrong and it would get dark or the weather would go bad but they all knew that this kindly lady would put them up.
Then, according to the profiler’s account, she asked this elderly lady what she thought at the time was a rather innocuous question.
“What if they had been white?”
Again according to the profiler’s account, the entire court was startled by the elderly woman’s reaction.
At first she tried to speak but couldn’t and then she started crying.
Why?
Because if they had been white they would have slept in the house.
They did accept this woman as a juror because she clearly wanted to do what was right and was obviously honest enough to face an unpleasant truth about herself, something not many do so easily. They assumed that when faced with how easily a person can unconsciously harbor racist feelings that she would be determined not to let any influence her decision.
An interesting story and food for thought.
From an intellectual stand point I can easily dismiss racism as the rubbish it is. As a concept it fails spectacularly on all levels, culturally, scientifically and biologically.
But the true evil of racism is that what one understands rationally does not always match what is truly in one’s heart.
I would still say that I am not a racist, as I’m sure many of you would, but since hearing this story I have never been able to say that with as much conviction.
And that is a good thing.
Can anyone truly and unequivocally say, “I am not a racist?”