I’m black, and I like racism.

I’m black, and I like racism. There, I said it, and it feels good to get it off my chest. I’m quite sure a lot of people of all races feel the same way, but are afraid to admit it because of the current socio-political environment we live in. That’s a problem, because real malicious racists can hide, but the rest of us plain Jane, vanilla, just don’t want to be bothered with certain other humans feel as though we have to put on a false face. Let’s be clear. I don’t condone violence, but I’m all for the freedom to like and dislike whomever you please, for whatever real or imagined reason. Just don’t haul off and smack/stab/rape/shoot or throw acid on those “others”, and you’re free to hate as far as I’m concerned.

Part of the reason I like racism is I’m a natural introvert, and I’m uncomfortable in crowds to begin with. A crowd of Asians freaks me the hell out because I grew up in several-mixed race neighborhoods, but have spent plenty of time in all white, or all black neighborhoods. My comfort level with other races is shaped by early experiences, and I’ll go ahead and make the assumption that it’s the same for most people, but obviously not everyone. Here’s the thing. Why do I have to like everyone? Why is that the measure of being a good person now? My time is my own, and I’d like to spend as much of it as possible being in an environment of my choosing, with or without the people that I want to spend time with. If I’m only comfortable with a certain type of personality, why can’t I extend my selection criteria to race? We all choose our friends, lovers, and spouses based on several different factors, but somehow considering race is considered taboo. If I only want to hang out with Indian women who’re employed as welders and only eat pizza while listening to Beastie Boy B-sides on the original vinyl pressings…then that’s what I want. No pork chop eating black women, or yoga pant wearing white chicks need apply. Perhaps that example was too unrealistic, but the point is that if I have the ability to choose who I share company with; I will do all that I can to make sure I control my environment to the letter. This includes my hiring practices if I’m a business owner, even though it may be to the detriment of my business…My house, my rules.

I’m sure you’ll agree it’s easier to deal with someone who’s laid all of their cards on the table. The game is over, no assumptions have to be made, and we can move on to productive matters right away. Black separatists and white separatists have in several instances come to agreement and made common cause in order to further their respective agendas. Forced integration is just as harmful and unnecessary as forced segregation in my opinion. In fact, an argument can be made that before forced integration, black people as a whole had a better standard of living in many ways…lynching notwithstanding. The point is, so called institutional or systemic racism is a non-issue if it’s unnecessary for me to use those institutions or systems, right? I can take my toys and go home, or to the bank.

It really all boils down to personal freedom. People these days are asserting a right to do, say, or be anything they want. The only way tolerance can be fully realized is if the freedom to be intolerant is also fully recognized and accepted. Freedom of association is a big deal, and a lot of the social friction that people feel these days is from trying to make everyone accept everything. Fuck that. I only accept what I like into my personal space, and that’s that. I understand however, that in public spaces, I cannot control what other people say or do, so I have the freedom to leave, or only go to those places where like-minded people congregate. I’m not going to visit Klan meetings to demand inclusion even though we may agree on certain points. I may not be able to visit certain public spaces because of my prejudices, but hey, that’s life. I can only control, and am only responsible for my actions so I’ll have to live with it, or change if I choose. As long as I’m not committing actual atrocities, or acts of physical violence, I don’t care whose emotions I damage because I don’t like their look. In the immortal words of Clayton Bigsby, “If there’s hate in your heart, let it out.”