The Anger Resurfaces

In the past week, I must have had 20 different people ask me what race I was. And so I'm back to trying to figure out why - why is that? Would the answer to that question solve some great mystery for them? They often say that they're just making conversation. And yet, when I give them the run around or a hard time about it, they often persist. They can't let go to their need of an answer. They need to know what race I am. Why?

Maybe they just want to classify me. They don't understand what I am and for them, my racial background would answer that. Thus, whether or not they would admit it, they're racist. But maybe everyone is racist to some extent and doesn't want to admit it. If that's true, then I guess I think the average person is too racist.

Most probably, none of these people had a clue that their curiosity could be a symptom of subconscious racism. But can we really call ignorance a valid excuse? No. And it's just for that reason that I don't assume that they're all racist. I just don't know whether or not that's true. I can only guess. But we hapas have to deal with this kind of thing all of the time. So we have to have a way to deal with it. Personally, my gut tells me that ignoring it is not the best strategy.

If you have your own strategy, let me know. Right now, I figure that I'll continue to explore. The answer is somewhere out there, right next to the truth. Thanks Fox.

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