I was a shop steward for many years in a very diversified workplace. We fought hard battles in that place for our rights, against discrimination and for more control over our worklives. As always, racism is an issue in our society.
I get repeated lessons in how to deal with racism from these liberal type websites. There was one that’s applicable to me that I saw tonight. The author, who had some sort of diploma, made it clear that as a white person in an interracial relationship it is my obligation to recognize my white privilege and be willing to tell my wife I recognize it and be willing to talk about it no matter how uncomfortable. You can go to college to learn how to teach people to do this.
I forgot to do it as first and we’d gotten 15 minutes in to Perry Mason before I remembered. “Oh. Jo, I wanted to tell you that I recognize my white privilege.”, I said. At this time of night we tend to just zone out on the couch and she had her legs resting on my lap, I noticed she was breathing but had she heard me?
Maybe she hadn’t. “Babe, I just want you to know that I recognize my white privilege”, I said again with a little more expression this time.
“Massage my ankles.” she said.