Racism is, inarguably, a foundational element of American society. Fortunately, many Americans have started to address their implicit and explicit prejudices—but if confronting our own racism is difficult, tackling the prejudices of our parents is damn near impossible. Whether it's embarrassing comments we'd rather ignore or destructive reactions that alter our relationships forever, the negative ways in which our parents engage with race has an impact on our lives.
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Acknowledging a parent's racism can be awkward and painful, as well as a necessary first step to fostering constructive conversations. With that in mind, here are some stories from some forthcoming souls about the most racist thing their parents ever did.My parents always got stiff anytime they talked to a black person, and they'd quickly change the channel when a "black TV show" came on. When I hit puberty, I found myself almost exclusively attracted to black guys. Meeting black guys in real life was too risky, so I opted for online dating, where my first relationship took place over picture messages and FaceTime calls. I always covered my tracks and kept my phone on hand, but I eventually slipped up: I walked into the kitchen, and my mom was staring down at my phone in horror at a photo of my black beau's smiling face. She looked up at me and—swear to God—shed a literal tear before leaving the room. Later that night, my dad told me I was no longer on the family phone plan. "You won't use something we pay for to talk to those people."My mom's side of the family has always claimed strong English roots. I've never been convinced in the purity of our bloodline, though, because there's something not entirely European about our facial features. People throughout my life have asked me what I really am and are unsatisfied when I tell them that I come from strictly English stock. At a family reunion, I was sitting at a table with my mother and some family members, so I posed a simple question: "Does anybody know if we're part Asian? Maybe even Middle Eastern?" The idea was quickly dismissed. Later that night, I found out that my mom had spent a ton of money on one of those at-home DNA testing kits. "I thought about what you said at dinner," she told me, "and I just want to make sure nothing is wrong."My father was born in West Virginia and lived most of his life in Ohio; in both places, he surrounded himself with other white people. That changed toward the end of his life when we sent him to live in a nursing home with a diverse staff. Even though the nurses were equally friendly, he showed a strong preference for the white nurses, saying things to them like, "It's just nice to know I'm in good hands now." He was suffering from dementia and struggled to remember anything. Since he virtually ignored the nurses of color, it was pretty obvious to us what was going on, but we shrugged it off until one day when we found my father watching wall-to-wall 9/11 anniversary coverage. At one point, a nurse who was clearly of Middle Eastern descent and wearing a headscarf walked in the room, and my father turned toward her and yelled, "Get the hell out of my room!" I was mortified.My mom and uncle grew up in the hood. Their mother was chronically ill and their father left them at an early age, so they each lost huge chunks of their childhoods working side gigs after school to support the family. Fortunately, they each built pretty great lives for themselves and their own families. My uncle and his wife's first child was a girl, but some minor complications kept my aunt and baby cousin in the hospital for a few extra days. During that time, my mom invited my uncle to come over for a home-cooked meal, and as soon as she cleared the table, she dramatically clutched my uncle's hands and said, "You need to give that baby girl up for adoption. Black men don't raise girls right." I can still feel the weight of my jaw fall as it hit the floor. My uncle abruptly left, and it took years for them to rebuild their relationship (during which he very successfully raised his daughter, by the way).
They Took Me Off the Family Plan for Dating a Black Man
They Got Their DNA Tested
My Dad Remembered Nothing… But His Hatred of the Middle East
My Mom Was Racist Against Her Own Kind
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