The real worst part of those people tweeting "happy James Earl Ray day"? They look... normal. They're not wearing klansmen hoods. They're not old (and perhaps more likely to be racist). They look like friends I'd have, or people I'd see on any college campus. These are young people who are casually racist. And that is really, truly scary.
Maybe you were too hard on Tabitha Welsh. By saying "Black people actually make me feel really uncomfortable. #notracist", maybe she meant: "My rational mind believes that racism is wrong, and I don't treat people differently based on race, but I automatically get a feeling of discomfort around black people. I wonder what causes me to have these gut reactions and what they say about me as a person and about about human nature in general. Do we instinctively distrust those who are different?"
Yes, that would be nice.
But your quote omits the “#lol #sorrynotsorry” at the end of her tweet, and those pretty much clinch it for me. Not to mention that if she has a gut reaction of discomfort around a certain group of people, she’s going to treat them differently, much though she might not want to think so.
Until that last one, I always assumed that you were a Hispanic woman for some reason. Why did I think that?
Gosh, beats me, but I think that’s pretty cool. I’m really interested in this sort of point, of the blanks we (usually subconsciously) fill in when we have imperfect information about someone.
I know I have a tendency to assume that whoever I’m reading is the same as me, and will feel a note of surprise when I suddenly read “Growing up in X…” or “As a mom…” or whatever. But for me, that’s in part because most of the obvious ways I can be classified tend to be the stereotypes (at least until the last couple decades) of writers, and especially journalists.
How does everyone else fill in the blanks? Do you assume that other writers are like you until you find out otherwise? Do you have some other “base writer” that you tend to assume? Or do you do something completely different?
The Super Bowl as Seen by Despicable Tweeters (Halftime + Second Half)
[If you missed last week’s recap of the despicable tweets coming from the first half of the Super Bowl, head here.]
Okay, so now it’s halftime, which means the big Beyonce spectacular! Now, I know football fans are generally dismissive of the halftime show, but I’m sure they’ll remain respectful.
For some, what bothers them is just the choice of entertainer(’s skin color).
For some it’s as simple as can be.
But not everyone was mad. A lot of people enjoyed the show, and expressed their admiration for Beyonce as inappropriately as they could.
Eventually halftime ends, and it’s back to the game, which the 49ers aren’t doing well in:
Not that everyone minds:
And then the power in the stadium went out!
Some other stuff happened, and people said more awful things, but it was just more and more of the same, so I gave up and watched the end of the game. And you know, without these idiots ruining it, it was pretty good.
Obama’s first State of the Union address of his second term! And…dammit to hell. NOTTHISAGAIN.
I guess Obama’s incredibly emotional speech about how “Gabby Giffords deserves a vote. The families of Newtown deserve a vote. The families of Aurora deserve a vote.” on guns and gun control REALLY pissed a few people off:
The Super Bowl As Seen By Despicable Tweeters (First Half)
Super Bowl XLVII was last night, and like any event that attracts a lot of people, it attracted a lot of terrible people.
Let’s start with — wait, San Francisco’s playing? GAYS
And then Alicia Keys sings the national anthem:
(That “Galt Mile Media” one is from an actual, and apparently quite racist, business, by the way.)
So then the game starts and San Francisco plays badly.
(Josh Waltrip later posted his phone number and begged Beyonce to call him.)
Oh right, and why were the 49ers losing? Could it have to do with an unfortunate fumble or breakdowns in the defense coverage? Nah, any coach worth his salt could probably tell you it’s the quarterback’s race.
Things were looking bleak indeed. But thankfully halftime came and, nope, people were just as horrible. To be continued.