I am usually the last person to blame something on racism. A lot of time that others see something as a racist remark I usually see it as something else entirely. That does not mean that racism isn’t alive and well in the US. I’ve seen it multiple times, directed at my husband and a few times at my kids, and even more often to complete strangers. Just because some one isn’t aware that it occurs doesn’t make it uncommon.
I remember last year when I was told by a lady that the reason inflation was so bad is because of all the “illegal Mexican farm workers that come in from the fields smelling like filthy pigs and go shop lifting at Walmart.” When I told her my husband was Mexican of course she tried back pedaling and trying to say it wasn’t racist, just the truth, and she was only speaking of some of them, but how can that not be racist? Another time when I mentioned to a fellow shopper at kroger that I thought it was terrible that people were opening packages of food and leaving it on the shelves at the store. I said something to the effect if, “who does that? Is it teenagers or what?” she said very boisterously, “Oh no! It’s the mexicans and blacks!” or how about when my husband in his pre army days, when he was working at a factory, got promoted to line supervisor, and no one would work on his line? He ran the line on his own for half the shift before the shift supervisor stepped in. And now, even though his English is perfect, if he is not in uniform and asks for assistance at a store, people will tell him, “I don’t speak Spanish. I don’t have any idea what you just said,” but if he is in uniform no one struggles to understand what he says? And what about someone asking me if it is possible to truly love my kids since they are a different race than me? Or when one of my sons was not allowed to play with a kid on the playground because the kid’s mom didn’t want him learning to “speak Mexican?” I can go on and on and on, about how Army units are still segregated even when they say it’s not so and tons of more examples, but I need to go cook dinner. Maybe later