Living with Racism
Like many of you, I am saddened and angered by the racism and violence that has been going on recently. But they really have been part of reality all my long life. Being white has given me advantages that I didn't even recognize when I was young, because white was "normal." That some ancestors on my father's side had been slaveholders never meant anything to me because it was so many years before.
Now I live in a town in New Mexico where about half the population is Mexican-American. My husband and I bought a house in the part of town that was historically for "them" partly because the yards are larger and we do gardening. Also, when we went to look at the house, a Mexican-American man who lives next door was very welcoming. I asked him if we would encounter any unfriendliness for living in this neighborhood, and he said indeed not. He was right and he has turned out to be one of our closest friends. Interestingly we are called "whites" rather than "Anglos" as I was used to when I lived in Mexico.
Here at WA, one thing I treasure is that the people come from many countries and races. I find it comforting in this time especially, to have friends here of all backgrounds.