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People like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, and groups like the NAACP, make me think I could easily become racist.
I grew up in a small town in southern Illinois, and it was all white, and largely redneck. I grew up commonly hearing everyone I know using the N-word or other such terms to refer to black people. Despite that, I'm not racist, myself.
I never was around many black people for an extended period of time until I went off to college. My first roommate was a racist Jesse Jackson-wannabe with a "major in political science and a minor in criminal law." That's actually how he introduced himself to me. Despite him, I still am not racist. I just simply hated him for being a prick about his views and always trying to pick fights. Then came that final day during the middle of the semester when he started making racist comments about my family, and I slung a pot of hot coffee on him because I'd had enough of his passive-aggressive bullshit. Amazing how quickly he shut up and cowered in the corner when I finally snapped off on him. I stopped short of doing anything worse, but did tell him exactly what I thought of him. I then went to the RA to tell him what happened. So, he got the other RA for our floor, and the three of us went to the RD.
What was funny was that roommate was the one who ended up curled up in the corner bawling on the phone to his mother about his blood pressure when I returned with the RAs and RD so they could get his side of the story. He wouldn't even talk to them about what happened. All three of them told me then that he had caused similar problems with previous roommates before I transferred there because he wanted a private room, but couldn't seem to afford it. So, after that mess, I put in for a room transfer and moved out. Incidentally, the RD was himself black, and told me he didn't blame me one bit for snapping off on my roommate like I did that day.
I even ended up being nominated by one of the RAs and elected as a floor representative the next semester because of that mess. That really got to the roommate because he "knew more about government" than I did. I just had to laugh and tell him the other politicians would probably eat him alive because he'd have to cry to his mother when they were mean to him.
Despite that nonsense, I have met plenty of really awesome black people.
I grew up in a small town in southern Illinois, and it was all white, and largely redneck. I grew up commonly hearing everyone I know using the N-word or other such terms to refer to black people. Despite that, I'm not racist, myself.
I never was around many black people for an extended period of time until I went off to college. My first roommate was a racist Jesse Jackson-wannabe with a "major in political science and a minor in criminal law." That's actually how he introduced himself to me. Despite him, I still am not racist. I just simply hated him for being a prick about his views and always trying to pick fights. Then came that final day during the middle of the semester when he started making racist comments about my family, and I slung a pot of hot coffee on him because I'd had enough of his passive-aggressive bullshit. Amazing how quickly he shut up and cowered in the corner when I finally snapped off on him. I stopped short of doing anything worse, but did tell him exactly what I thought of him. I then went to the RA to tell him what happened. So, he got the other RA for our floor, and the three of us went to the RD.
What was funny was that roommate was the one who ended up curled up in the corner bawling on the phone to his mother about his blood pressure when I returned with the RAs and RD so they could get his side of the story. He wouldn't even talk to them about what happened. All three of them told me then that he had caused similar problems with previous roommates before I transferred there because he wanted a private room, but couldn't seem to afford it. So, after that mess, I put in for a room transfer and moved out. Incidentally, the RD was himself black, and told me he didn't blame me one bit for snapping off on my roommate like I did that day.
I even ended up being nominated by one of the RAs and elected as a floor representative the next semester because of that mess. That really got to the roommate because he "knew more about government" than I did. I just had to laugh and tell him the other politicians would probably eat him alive because he'd have to cry to his mother when they were mean to him.
Despite that nonsense, I have met plenty of really awesome black people.
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