You say “I’m not a racist” at least twice a week. You say, “I’m not a racist, but…” You say, “I don’t hate black people (or Mexicans, or Muslims), but why do they have to…”
You give what YOU feel are “cute” racist names to ethnic groups…such as “Mu-slimes” or “Nigg*ers”. You feel compelled to point out undesirable characteristics or behavior by groups of people according to their skin color, birthplace, income level, religion, et al You find yourself explaining to people why you are not a racist. You defend racists, not for their racism, but for their “good qualities.” You call any place where people of color live a “shit hole” or similar derogatory term. (Add an additional strike if you rent to them). You tell people, “I don’t know the proper term to call you.”You have a black friend, or co-worker or one goes to your church. (We all do. But we like our friends, we don’t parade them like trophies. Get over it. Only racists feel the need to point to them like badges of honor.) It’s important to you that people think you’re not a racist. You say, “you don’t hear me complaining about Asians.”
You consider anyone who doesn’t adhere to white people socialization to be beneath you, wrong or inappropriate.
Scoring:If you fit two or more descriptions, you’re probably a racist. Four, you are one. All ten and you’re the President. And if you don’t think he’s a racist, that’s hint 12. If you don’t think the President’s racist, you definitely are.
A lot of miles. A road sometimes smooth, sometimes hard and ugly.
And I guess I could tell you that if you look hard enough, that just
next door is just as interesting as the other side of the world.
But … That’s not exactly true.
If I do have any advice for anybody, any final thought, if I’m an advocate for anything, it’s to move.
As far as you can, as much as you can.
Across the ocean, or simply across the river.
The extent to which you can walk in somebody else’s shoes–or at least eat their food–it’s a plus for everybody.
Open your mind. Get up off the couch. Move.”
I met him upon two occasions. Once was at a restaurant in New York with a group of movers and shakers that I still hang with when we can all get together. The other time was through a friend of a friend. Both times, I found him charismatic and intelligent, funny, albeit self-centered. He worked hard, and loved what he did….but he was also full of piss and vinegar with a cynical slant on life. It really doesn’t matter who Anthony Bourdain was, in terms of the quote that I posted above. Those words are the words that I live by.
I try to move.
I am moving forward at this point in my life. At times, it all seems to be going by too quickly. I have been presented with some amazing opportunities and am taking this chance to cash in on them. I do so excitedly and with gratitude. Simply put…I have it made.
I take good care of my mind and of my body.
That is the key to life….movement. Don’t get stuck. Don’t get stale. Keep moving forward.