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As a white man the world is not ready to hear my comment on this video. Thanks Officer Tatum much respect to you.
The establishment should have shut that shit down. Why is everyone afraid of offending a black person. You’re wrong.. you’re wrong.
My parents were deeply involved in the civil rights movement in the ’50s, ’60s, and ’70s so I have no qualms saying there are, in fact, many cultural differences between White and Black people, and one of those differences is a general tendency to be louder. I don’t doubt it’s a SOCIAL matter that White folks tend to be quieter and more subdued in what we consider “upscale” settings like restaurants with cloth napkins and tablecloths. We be loud as hell at parties, music concerts, sports bars, and sports events, but not in fancy places or fishing holes.
I also know that many Black people are conditioned by a combination of media, community pressure, and too many unfortunate personal experiences to EXPECT White people to be racist. Only a week ago a 50-ish year old Black friend I’ve known for about 3 years told me, “You’re the first White man I’ve ever felt comfortable around.” It made me tear up, because I’ve NEVER been uncomfortable around Black people in any normal social or business environment, including my many years living and working in what most people consider the ghetto.
Sure, as a kid I asked my parents all sorts of bizarre questions about cultural differences I observed (“Why do most Black people have frizzy hair?” “Why do they talk different?” etc.). But I
We ALL bring too many negative stereotypes and expectations into our social situations and interactions. I’m convinced that if more people simply found ways to mingle with and develop understanding for other people, we would ALL more more tolerant of what amounts to minor annoyances and more empathetic when misunderstandings arise . . . and perhaps make less frequent assumptions that someone else’s behaviour is racially motivated.
I grew up at school with black kids and they were no different than me. My Mother and Father worked on the railroad every day. My Dad would work on their car or help them find one. The first incident I ran into was in Belleville, IL. I was Captain of the Cheerleaders and we were in the playoffs. We had time to kill and we went into a very small restaurant to get something to eat. We did have one black Cheerleader. We turned our order in and we waited and waited. Finally, I asked what was delaying our order and the waitress said “we don’t serve blacks.” I never in my life would have thought of that. I replied that’s good to know because I would never eat somewhere ALL MY FRIENDS COULDN’T EAT. WE GOT UP AND WALKED OUT. We had that restaurant on our list to NEVER patronize again. Eventually, they went out of business.