I don’t know how coherent this will be, but I’ll just put it all down, then see if I can move stuff around so it’s not so random.

I was recently at a gathering when a man sat down and immediately started telling racist jokes about President Obama. Now, I’m not an Obama supporter, but it’s because I don’t agree with his policies. It has nothing to do with him being black. (Or half black, which everyone conveniently ignores. From what I understand, he has one white parent, but that whole issue of how mixed-race kids are labeled is for another post.) So while this guy sits spewing his hatred, I’m shocked, angry and embarrassed. I’m shocked that he’s telling these jokes in a family setting, angry that I have to listen to it (Bennett was sitting in a high chair eating, or I would have just gotten up and walked off), and embarrassed for him because he apparently doesn’t realize that it’s 2009, not 1959 and he’s making an ass of himself. Some of you will know who I’m talking about, but I don’t think we need to mention any names.

I’ve lived in the South all my life (except for a 6-month trip to Arizona in the 8th grade), and I’m a little bit redneck & a whole-lotta country, but I don’t get racism. (Or any other -ism, but I’m trying to stay focused here) My parents raised me to judge someone by how they act, not their skin color. And that wasn’t easy. Until I moved to Arizona, I went to a school that had only white kids. I wasn’t in a private school, just a public school in a small town in Arkansas. When I moved to AZ, *I* was the minority, but it wasn’t a big deal, because fortunately, I had been taught that it’s what’s on the inside that counts.

There are people who are more subtle about how they feel about other races, and there are those who are blatant about it. I’m not just talking about whites hating; I’m talking about everyone. I had never experienced racism directed toward me until I moved to Atlanta. I was in shock. What makes people think that their skin color makes them better than someone else? I can’t even wrap my mind around it.

And when those people claim to worship my God, it really upsets me. Don’t they realize that the same God they claim to serve also made the people they hate so much? I’m not expecting everyone to get along. There are many people I don’t like. But it’s because of them personally, not their skin color. (In fact, most of them are white, like me)

I don’t know the names other races use for whites, because no one uses them around me, but let’s clear this up: wetback, towel-head, nigger, camel-jockey, gook and chink are NOT names of races of people, you ignorant morons! Speaking of names, I know a lot of black people, and none of them are named “Booker T.” or “Sheniqua”, so the odds that every black person you meet is named that are pretty low.

Wow. I think I got it all out. That’s been simmering for a couple of weeks, and I think it actually made sense.