I don't consider Obama particularly divisive on the subject of race. But then, I'm a white woman who works in a predominantly minority field in communities with large populations of brown and black people. I've had people LITERALLY in my face making racial comments, so there's nothing that Obama's done that is particularly troubling to me, in comparison. And, I don't have any problems talking about race, because it's something I've had to do--alot--for both personal and professional reasons.
Plus, my kids are half-Filipino, and have friends who are a veritable rainbow coalition.
So, in my house, race is just a sort of constant background noise. It's never not there, but most of the time, I just accept it and don't pay a lot of attention to it, until something shoves it my face again.
It is what it is, which is basically how my black friends seem to think about the subject.
This is perhaps THE best description of the black experience in the United States of America.
Kudos....
A few weeks ago, I was traveling with my son and his two friends. My son is white/pinoy. His best friend is white/black. The other friend, Cory, is black (and very dark).
We were walking through the parking lot of a subway when a man in a pickup truck almost ran me down. I threw up my hands in the air, because it scared the crap out of me, and said, "Learn to drive."
He didn't respond to me (the white woman, who had yelled at him). He yelled, "Fucking die, you ******!" at Cory, who was standing next to me.
I think that's the kind of shit that a lot of white Americans have never experienced because they don't live or travel or spend a lot of time with people of color. And, that's the kind of shit that makes me want to punch someone in the mouth and tell people that racism is still alive and well in America.
Some moron's words aren't going to keep Cory from going to school, getting a good education, or becoming professionally successful. Hell, he's a smart enough and likeable enough kid that maybe he could even become president.
But, it's still just like a hurtful punch in your gut that knocks the wind out of you and just leaves you reeling. I know it hurt him, because I could see his face. We all laughed it off, in the car, and talked about how ignorant and stupid people can be.
But it still just sucks. And, there was nothing I could do to fix it, other than just love him and tell him that the guy was an idiot.
And, speaking for myself, I'm not sure how many times I could hear something like that about myself without really taking it personally.