Growing Up in a Rainbow Neighborhood Taught Me The Antidote to Systemic Racism
It took growing up around people of every race and nationality to recognize systemic racism. I can now say I’ve found it, right here in Port Townsend. I am 67 and have been in business here for over 30 years.
My family lived in a completely integrated working poor, blue collar shipyard town in the Bay Area. Integration didn’t have to be legislated. Nobody had money to live anywhere else but in the cheapest housing, so we all lived together.
Racism was real, and in your face. My friends experienced discrimination, and, as a poor white kid, so did I. It was just something you had to live with. When you went out on the street you looked over your shoulder. Even at the municipal swimming pool you had to be aware of your surroundings. We learned early that the best way to keep from getting your ass kicked on a regular basis was to show you could not only take a thumping, but give one, as well. Once you did that, you were pretty much accepted and left in peace.
We had a few riots and it was common to see Black Panthers doing their “citizen patrols.” I even met Angela Davis. I was the acolyte at a sort of secret nighttime baptism performed by Father O’Connor of her god son in our neighborhood Catholic church. I can still see all those black leather jackets and black berets, the huge Afros, and little me in my robe with my brass candle lighter.
My friends were a mirror of the neighborhood. You had to have friends who didn’t look like you or you just weren’t going to have friends. We went through a lot and grew close as we became men. We all did pretty well because we never let our working poor status hold us back. We never let circumstances or racial crap tell us who we were or what we could be. One of my buddies, who is Black, started out making french fries at McDonald’s, back when they made them on site from whole potatoes. He went on to own three McDonald’s in the Bay Area. He has employed hundreds of young people, paid for college educations and set many a wayward child on the path to success.
Then there is Michael Tee, a Black man. He’s really smart and now a prominent lawyer in Vallejo, California. Dan, Jr. another close Black buddy, was raised by a single parent, graduated from the University of San Francisco and worked his way up to being supervisor of probation for Solano County. After that career, he had his own business on the Napa River. My pal Ray, another Black good friend, retired as police officer in Concord, California. And Gabe, my Filipino bud, owned a number of successful donut shops around the Bay Area. And there is my Black business partner of 13 years, before I moved up here.
Why am I sharing all this with you?
In all those decades of growing up, living and working with Blacks, Hispanics and Filipinos, watching my friends prosper and succeed, I had not seen this “systemic racism” thing until I recently started looking around Port Townsend. Here in this nearly homogeneous White, privileged Utopia I am seeing it fabricated by people who don’t know a thing about real racism, and who probably have spent very little intimate, heart-breaking, shoulder-punching, bear hugging, laughing, working and crying together time with people darker than themselves.
For starters, our liberal, “progressive” (but really primitive) establishment is frighteningly quick to call anyone who does not toe their line a racist. I have learned in the past couple weeks that anyone who supports law enforcement is a racist. I take that finger pointing very seriously because I know what real racism is. I grew up in it, fought against it, saw my friends face it and stood by them. I don’t have a White guilt complex. My friends and I beat the racists in our lives because we did not define ourselves or others by skin color. And we didn’t accept anyone doing that to us, either. We lived Dr. Martin Luther King’s dream: “I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.”
Those pushing this systemic racism thing are taking us backwards, to an even worse place than what I knew as I kid. Key people in our local political leadership want us to see skin color first and foremost. There really is no such a thing as systemic racism in this country anymore. There is no system of racism that kept my pals from rising, or other minorities from being business owners, senators, writers, firemen, mechanics, nurses…even President. It is a pretty pathetic system of racism that gave Barack Obama more popular votes than anyone else in American history.
The only “systemic racism” out there is a structure of beliefs, language, indoctrination and policies being created by those who lust for power over others, no matter their skin color. And it is a narrative that suits the psychological needs of those who, for some reason I cannot understand, want to believe it.
I’ve lived here for decades. Over those years I have employed 76 men and women of all kinds of races and nationalities. I have helped people immigrate to this country. I have never seen or witnessed any kind of system of racism. Sure, there are jerks, and jerks of every color. But in Jefferson County, there is no system–in commerce, education, government, the arts or law enforcement–that is racist.
I’ve heard it said that our demographics are evidence of systemic racism. Port Townsend is now mostly made up of White people who moved here from other parts of the country–including a large number of Trust Funders who don’t need a job and can handle the high cost of living. These people moved away from their hometowns, their network of friends and associates, their families in order to live here.
Such a thing is unheard of in the Black, Hispanic and Filipino families I grew up around. They are too family-centric. To move away from family when they retired–and had more time to be with family–would be illogical to them. They remain where their heart is, and that is where family is.
Growing up in a rainbow community made me who I am. I was blessed to get knocked around, to pick myself up, to make life-long friends with guys who taught me so much. The most important lesson, one I cannot repeat enough, is the antidote to racism. It is so profound and so powerful. It destroys all this “systemic racism” BS. Here it is: Don’t let anyone define you by your skin color, and don’t do that to anyone else. Ever. It’s that simple.