The other day at the bookstore I was
startled by a black guy
he came around the bend
out of the quiet
and I jumped
I used to say,
I’m shy, I’m shy
with everyone. don’t
take my shyness for racism.
I clam up around all you people
I break eyes
On my friendly days,
boy am I friendly to every one
But the other day at the quiet bookstore
When I jumped
that was unacceptable
it was clear to me
what I’d done
who I really am.
I second guessed
Some are made racist by their parents
Some are made racist by the races themselves
None are born racist [a]
In fact, I do not even believe in the concept of
race. [b]
just as a theist believes in God
and a materialist believes in matter
and a dualist in duality
and a monist in unity
etc
A RACIST BELIEVES IN RACE.
I don’t believe in race and even if I did
I am a mix of so many.
So how can I be a racist?…
Then it happens again.
He rounds the corner and I jump.
He says--’Me again.’
I smile and he smiles.
I can think my way out.
but I jumped.
be afraid.
then
we do not know
exactly how much
the believers in race have taught us.
a- for example, a child born in the early seventies had to be taught about segregation and the holocaust and slavery and the inquisition etc.
b- a man may be more genetically similar to a member of a different ‘race’ than his own.
c- aside from a handful (7) alleles for skin color [out of 30,000 genes in the human genome], a handful (7) of branches in the mitochondrial DNA, and the similarities of Y genes for incestuous peoples, I’m not aware of any proof for the concept of race, that blood ugly hypothesis.
d- all of this will take generations to sink into the common sense of the family.
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