Nope. Their failings are my failings, and when those failings come up, I still see it as my duty to address them and help them get back on the right path.
Also, you really don't know what they have been through. I never had any experience with blacks until I moved to Nashville. I worked with a couple of black nurses at Vandy who were quite nice. We weren't BFFs, but we got along. Then I changed jobs. The techs were mostly all black. The only ones who would cooperate were white and the name of the game for the blacks was 'let's see how fast we can sink her.' One day I had a patient who was a young black retarded woman. No one would help her with her ADLs so I just gave her a bath and did her hair myself. They should have all been fired, but the union protected them. At that point, I wouldn't give you 2 cents for any of them. But after I took care of that black retarded woman myself as they should have done, the majority of them apologized for their behavior. One of them actually went on to be a nurse, and I used to run into him occasionally. I went to law school with some and we became very good friends. I studied with the one who was actually in my class, and visited frequently with one who was a couple years behind me. If we were the only ones in the library they never left me sitting alone, but always invited me to lunch with them. Over the years, I worked with a goodly number of black nurses and social workers. None of them ever gave me any trouble, and most were really fun to work with.
We had a pastor here once who every now and again would make a remark that left us all scratching our heads. He took a group on a mission trip every year, and one year he was very agitated and troubled from the minute he learned where he had been assigned. He shared with us that as a child he had been molested by two black men and going to work with a black church made him have nightmares and see himself dead as he never had before. But he went, and came back in pretty decent shape.
Family is family. They are one's blood. We don't always know what they have had to endure. They have their foibles and failings. But it is unacceptable to cast them aside because they don't make the right noises. No single group of people in the world, or any concept related to them is enough to make me ditch anyone in my family. When I was a girl, I saw a rift occur between my mother and a couple of family members. I swore I would NEVER let that occur in my life. My brother and sister haven't been the greatest, but life is hard here in Kentucky and I know that at any point in time, they were both doing their dead level best even if some might not have considered it good enough.
I have friends who I consider the family that I chose. But I look at my own family and recognize that I didn't choose them, but know I have learned from them.
"The lack of emotional security of our American young people is due, I believe, to their isolation from the larger family unit. No two people - no mere father and mother - as I have often said, are enough to provide emotional security for a child. He needs to feel himself one in a world of kinfolk, persons of variety in age and temperament, and yet allied to himself by an indissoluble bond which he cannot break if he could, for nature has welded him into it before he was born."
Pearl S. Buck
I would suggest [MENTION=31258]BDBoop[/MENTION] that you turn yourself around in your thinking and consider not how this relative is failing you or your family, but how you or your family is failing him, and consider what things may have brought him to this point in his life. I think if you do that, you will find the answer to your own question.