First Mel Gibson, now Kramer - or whatever his real name is.Let's admit it, we're all racists. We can't help ourselves. Skin colour is an easy way to tag a person or, for a time, a whole group of people. It feels good dammit!
I just saw an old episode of ER that had the medicos chuckling at a WASP-ish couple, (Episcopalian to be precise) who have difficulty communicating or showing much emotion. Stereotype? Yep. Funny? Oh, yeah!
I am a racist, like all the rest of you, (YES YOU!) with a great capacity for bending my own rules; turning any race related dictum on it's head as the situation warrants. Sometimes its all those Chinese, until I actually meet a Chinese person and than all those racist thoughts melt away in the face of the humanity of the one real person I am in contact with. Sometimes, every damn thing is lucky with those people and at other times, the beauty of a film about some red lantern or some damn dragon makes me want to travel to China and see if, as Paul Theroux put it, the bra is the most superfluous garment in China.
Do these fleeting dichotomous thoughts make me a racist? I think so.
Do you think I'm a racist?
Are you a racist?
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