I See Color — I Just Don’t Care

It’s a contagion, really.

I’m referring to contemporary American society’s obsession with race, among other subjects regarding identity established by biopsychosocial factors. Those subjects include sexuality, gender, and any other thing under the sun that can be registered as “minority status.” But here, I’m practically concerned with matters of racial identity.

This obsession with race is a sign of the times, as they say. It’s a scab we’re unable to refrain from picking. And I’m aware of the irony, not leaving alone a point of conversation that I’d think be best left alone, but I don’t feel alone in dealing with this ultimatum.

I’ve come across certain “no-noes” when it comes to conversing about matters of race and racism — “no-noes” for white people that is.

These verbal infractions are certified as standard responses, as dictated by contemporary social justice websites and publications, by white people when, one, they are talking about their own relations to people of a different race (namely in this case though, black people), or, two, when trying to, as many SJ-agents like to slanderously point out, “hide their racism.”

One of these infractions (for white people) is when the statement “I don’t see color” is made. It’s a classic, I guess, along with “I have black friends”, “Friday…