I don’t know if we happen to live somewhere that is right out of the south in the 1970’s, but I witness racism, religionism (okay I’ve never heard that word, but it should exist), and basic ethnocentrism all the time. I consider myself pretty worldly especially for someone who was raised in Missouri. I’m fairly well traveled, bilingual, oh yeah, and I happen to wear a turban. The turban isn’t something that you can tell from my profile picture, since that was taken before I made the commitment to wear it, but in my everyday life, it is one of the first things people notice about me.
I think that I have a really accepting attitude about all different types of people, but I guess I kind of thought that if nothing else the turban would send the message of “bigotry not accepted here”. However, the other day I was running through all the hustle and bustle that would be the rest of the afternoon. As I got my daughter in her car seat to pick my husband up from work, our next door neighbor happened to be outside wearing his baseball cap, cut off shorts, and enjoying a brewsky (I only bring this up because of what he then said).
Neighbor: “Hey, I’ve noticed all the Mexicans and blacks coming by to look at your house…have any white people come to look?”
Me: Blank stare
Neighbor: “It’s not that I have anything against them or anything, but ya know sometimes you get the Mexicans in there and before you know it there are twelve cars out front and they have moved their whole families in there…but I’ve known some good Mexicans though.”
Me: “Ummm…I think that the only criteria that the landlord has is a decent credit score…”
At this point we were interrupted by a (white) couple who had just pulled up and were asking about whether or not they could see the place.
Neighbor: “The landlord wants someone with good credit. Please have good credit.”
I was done talking now. Part of me wanted to tell him about the absolutely lovely people that had already been in to see the place (a sweet African American couple who looked like they were just starting out, and a very nice hispanic woman with a young son) I had had pleasant conversation with both sets of people, and couldn’t imagine NOT wanting them as neighbors. I’m still kicking myself for not standing up to my neighbor. I wish I had said or done something that let him know that I don’t agree with or condone those types of comments or attitudes…and whether or not that changed the way he thought, at least it would set a boundary letting him know that he couldn’t expect a sympathetic ear when it came to that. This is not the only time that I have dealt with this sort of stuff, but it’s the most recent. I think I really need to get better at having an answer. Afterall, it is my job to pass my values on to my kids, and I would like to set a stronger example.
How do you react when you notice racism? What would you have done in my place?


