The 2016 US presidential election has seized my attention for the last few days mainly because of its significance in world politics AND the provocative speech of Mr Donald Trump. I don’t think he’s as senseless as to believe “illegal alien rapes and murders baby,” but he sure craves for an attention. As much as I hate to be impressed by his act, I couldn’t help but to be inspired by it on the good racism and the bad racism.
The good racism does not imply any judgment on human quality nor the benefit to society. It simply makes it easy for people to take notice that some sort of racism act is going on there. Someone says “I hate blacks,” “immigrants commit crimes more than us!” It is not so difficult to find that those arguments merely originate from the hate on other kinds not the hard fact. When things are obviously black and white, we notice the speaker’s view is clearly biased and not objective. The more emotionally they speak, the easier it is to identify they are being irrational and bigotry. Consequently, their opinions are not taken seriously – provided that we make sensible decisions in most cases.
On the contrary, bad racism is sneakier, more contagious and it goes deeper. Its existence does not hang on to the big mouth, but it’s melted in the corners in our daily lives making it hard to notice when it takes place.
Yelling at certain people to get out of “ma country” is the racism. It’s obvious he/she is a racist. And we know racism is wrong. Ergo, we know he/she is doing wrong! In that sense I call it the good racism. While, not sitting next to certain race or not hiring because certain race is supposedly lazy is the bad racism. It is rather hard to see the flame of hate at once. It’s the tricky one.
Dylaan Roof and neo-nazi are the obvious public enemies in our modern society. They commit crimes based on their belief, which kind of allows us to judge them and hate them – provided that most of us are sensible people. However, more threatening kind is not them. It’s the racists in the closet. It’s the ignorant ones who don’t say or do stupid things publicly. And they’re everywhere in our daily lives influencing directly and indirectly, presumably by making prejudices or voting for the racist who happened to come out at the presidential election. I’m not only talking about white supremacists. I’m talking about every race.
The reason I am assuming that we’re going to know when we see obvious racism(what I call good racism) is because the hate, the whole element that consists the basis of racism is not actually about hating. I personally think it’s mostly about the need of blaming something else for self-incompetency and that something else should be an easy and vulnerable target. Blaming is an easy getaway from one’s own fault which no one wants to accept. And I often find the receiver of the blame does not have to do with race. It just needs to be something different from me or us. I was reading this article from the Washington Post that backs up this theory. I find it very honest and worthy. Here’s a quote from the article.
“When everything is going wrong in your life, it’s much easier to blame Jews/Muslims/blacks/Mexicans/gays/anyone-but-yourself than it is to face your flaws and begin the hard work to account for them. The teenage outcast kid is told that it’s the Jews’ fault he doesn’t have a girlfriend — the media they control tells white girls to be attracted to black boys. The middle-aged guy who lost his job has “illegal” immigrants to blame, and take a wild guess who the racist narrative says brings them into our country.”
The writer talks about giving love and attention rather than only sticks to those who are ignorant. I can’t agree more. This is the part where I’m always thinking about what justice is. Is it about punishing or is it about stopping? Education is an easier way to prevent things from happening in the first place than punishing those who committed bad things. The society needs to offer more than love. We need education on the same not the difference to stop tragedies from happening.
The Korean War and families
A few days ago I was talking to my friend how I’m frustrated by not being able to amuse people in my native language. I’ve been more frequently questioning myself if I’m a boring person or if I don’t enjoy talking within a certain cultural code, i.e., Korean. Sometimes more than often I find myself … Continue reading “Different language, different personality”