Destinharbor saidProbably because they seem to like us. It is obviously a generalization, but as ArtDeco said, you get less prejudiced as you get older and come to know a good guy is a good guy. Too, I think many non-white cultures encourage a serious attitude younger and respect for older that western white culture does not.
so how about we start teaching people to be less prejudice at younger age? LOLOL
or is this impossible?
I think military service is one way to teach it young. But of course I realize the service is not for everyone, and I don't support making everyone wear a uniform.
Story: 1970 and I was a 21-year-old Army Motor Sergeant. One day I was in the Company Orderly Room (HQs office) when a Sergeant from another unit came in looking for a certain Staff Sergeant. I said I'd seen him in our Motor Pool about 15 minutes earlier.
He asked me for a physical description. "Oh, I think I've met him before," said this other Sergeant. "He's Black, right?"
And I couldn't remember! I had his face right in front of me, mustache and all, but his skin color wasn't part of my memory. I'd worked with this guy, even been to his house for dinner, eaten with his wife and 2 kids, and I couldn't remember THEIR skin color, either.
When I fumbled the question this Sergeant gave me a disbelieving look like I didn't know what the Hell I was talking about. Afterwards I couldn't wait to see SSG Billie Evans again, to confirm what color he was. Yep, he was Black.
It was just that his color was irrelevant to me, as well as his race. He was a fellow soldier, that's all I dealt with and needed to know. It also happened that in that same unit my closest personal friend was Black, too.
Now HIS color I was constantly reminded about, because we went out to restaurants, bars, movies, shopping, etc. (In retrospect I realize we were in effect dating, since I had an early gay crush on him I didn't yet understand).
Because when a Black and a White guy were seen in a restaurant together in Kentucky in 1970 more heads turned than if we were both painted purple. But no one ever asked us to leave, or I would have played the military card on them (it was obvious we were soldiers), and no businesses in the vicinity of Fort Knox would dare want to be put on the military banned list and lose all that money.
So they tolerated us both, and I loved it. Because as my friend told me, he was afraid to go into these nicer places alone, or with other Blacks, soldiers or not. I liked being his "shield" even while I was disgusted that such a device would be necessary in this country.
And although it had insulting overtones of my being the Benevolent Master, him my lackey, we both agreed the greater good was people seeing him in places where Blacks weren't expected. Plus he was enjoying the finer "White" things he'd otherwise be denied.
I HATED there was this racial division in our country, and to some extent still is. I wanted to break it down. And why I also oppose second-class status for LGBT, and break that down, too. Maybe that's another reason old gays like me can be preferential & empathetic to minorities.