Anonymous wrote:Excuse? No. But I pick my battles.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
When my grandpa was alive and he dropped money into a black cashier's hand and she looked at me horrified, I looked back at her also similarly horrified and whispered "I'm so sorry - I'll talk to him." And I did.
What does this mean?
Anonymous wrote:Ex) father uses outdated and offensive works to describe people (coloreds, orientals etc). Mother often says things that seem sexist to my wife about not changing her name and working so much etc.
Anonymous wrote:
When my grandpa was alive and he dropped money into a black cashier's hand and she looked at me horrified, I looked back at her also similarly horrified and whispered "I'm so sorry - I'll talk to him." And I did.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:No. I explain to my mother why it's racist to say that a black man is carrying a rifle when in reality he was carrying an UMBRELLA on a rainy day.
Mom: well that's what I usually see.
Me: You usually see black men carrying rifles? In Boynton Beach, Florida?
Mom: Yes.
Me: Dad, do you also see this?
Dad: No, no I do not.
I had to explain to my dad that it was racist of him to keep joking that when he got in a fender bender in Miami he just drove off because it was probably a gang-banger, rather than exchanging info (it was the other car's fault).
When my grandpa was alive and he dropped money into a black cashier's hand and she looked at me horrified, I looked back at her also similarly horrified and whispered "I'm so sorry - I'll talk to him." And I did.
I don't think we can excuse people. Even if we know they won't understand or change, I think people who are minorities appreciate overhearing someone trying to get others to be nicer to them.
The rifle/umbrella thing sounds like a vision problem, not racism.
I'm not understanding what was "horrifying" about your grandfather paying in cash?
Anonymous wrote:No. I explain to my mother why it's racist to say that a black man is carrying a rifle when in reality he was carrying an UMBRELLA on a rainy day.
Mom: well that's what I usually see.
Me: You usually see black men carrying rifles? In Boynton Beach, Florida?
Mom: Yes.
Me: Dad, do you also see this?
Dad: No, no I do not.
I had to explain to my dad that it was racist of him to keep joking that when he got in a fender bender in Miami he just drove off because it was probably a gang-banger, rather than exchanging info (it was the other car's fault).
When my grandpa was alive and he dropped money into a black cashier's hand and she looked at me horrified, I looked back at her also similarly horrified and whispered "I'm so sorry - I'll talk to him." And I did.
I don't think we can excuse people. Even if we know they won't understand or change, I think people who are minorities appreciate overhearing someone trying to get others to be nicer to them.