Oy, the pressure. My blog is light and fluffy, people! If you don't believe me, just check out my last post about Cashew Chicken.
I was inspired by a comment in Fresh Hell's blog about racism Virginia being a scary state. I do have to say, it's everywhere, even here in left-liberal Manhattan. But in places like this it's more covert. Lee-Jackson-King Day would never fly here, and if you say the n-word you won't be invitied to the next dinner party. But I have heard the following remarks, for sure:
When looking for a babysitter
"Whatever you do, don't hire a Caribbean nanny."
When applying to private school kindergarten
"Of course the Smith family will have no trouble getting junior in. They're considered 'diversity.'"
At a fundraiser
"I like supporting the scholarship fund so families like the Smiths can afford to send their kids here."
Such assumptions about those poor Smiths! Which, by the way, are untrue.
So our own negative prejudices are unlikely to go away anytime soon. But I do hope that electing the first black president is a huge step in the right direction on that front.
There, I was at least semi-serious in a post. And it didn't hurt a bit.
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