There are certain unpleasant truths in life. Racism is one of them because it refuses to die a natural death and can and will live on forever into eternity if left unchecked. Many would have us believe that it’s unfashionable or gauche to declare this fact. I suppose it’s because it’s uncomfortable for them to acknowledge it and it’s easier to either to deny or ignore the damage that it causes to the ones it’s aimed at and the one who doing the aiming. As long as it is marginalized and not dealt with forthrightly, it will continue. But it doesn’t have to.
A travel blogger friend of mine was relating how she’s constantly refused taxi service in Indonesia. Of course, there will be the requisite declarations about how difficult everyone has it. It’s one thing to suffer from the mere state of being human. It’s another to suffer because of preconceived notions about your status as a human being.
There is an old saying, “Your blues ain’t like mine”. It’s not meant to minimize anyone’s personal journey. It is meant to illustrate the difficulty and the ridiculousness of being made to pay for a deficit that exists only in the mind of the person holding false truths about someone. I’ve always felt that I can’t make everyone love me, nor would I want to. But I refuse to tolerate blatant disrespect that I’ve never earned. This same friend has been notified by her broker that the owner doesn’t want black people living in the apartment that she’s paid for six months in advance.