A few months ago, I made this post about racism in general and my own personal attitudes toward race. Well, I’m revisiting the topic because last night I watched the movie Crash, which explores issues of race in everyday life. If you haven’t seen this movie yet, I highly recommend it.
Note: there are spoilers in part of my post below.
With social commentary pieces, there are really two things you’re supposed to get. One is what you get while you’re watching the movie: entertainment. In this case, the movie was entertaining (not in the ha-ha way, mind you). The other is what you take with you when you finish watching.
As a white guy/cracker/honky, I think it was pretty easy to take with me what the filmmakers intended: that racism is bad, and that I should want not to be like the characters in the story. We’re not talking about overt, cross-burning, Klan rally racism here, by the way. This is the subtle stuff, the stuff that affects the judgment of people like you and me on a near-daily basis. In any case, taking this message with me was easy, because I really don’t want to be like those people.
I dislike some of the things about my own attitudes toward race. I grew up in West Virginia in a community where the furthest that diversity went was whether a person was Protestant or Catholic. I knew three black people during my entire time there, and all of them were good people, just like the rest of us. And really, I don’t think most of the kids in my school thought of them as being a particular race. I know I can’t speak for their perspectives on being in a practically all-white school generally, but I do know that a tiny minority of whites in the school made life hell for them. The FBI and the NAACP both conducted investigations after a few racists put a dead cat on the porch of one of the black families, and our entire school was tarnished because of the actions of these few people. The student council (myself included, though I didn’t say anything on-air) went on the local news to condemn their actions, and I can only hope that people realized how heartbroken we were that those racist idiots were able to chase off one of our friends.
So, in that sense, I know I’m not racist. But like I said earlier, there’s a subtlety to racism sometimes.
I do my best not to let race alter my attitudes toward the people I interact with each day. But watching Crash, sometimes the things that happened just hit close to home. I think the biggest one was a scene near the beginning where a white couple (Sandra Bullock and Brendan Fraser) were walking from a nice restaurant to their Lincoln Navigator. As they were walking, she moves a bit closer to his side and takes hold of his arm. Cut over to two black men (Ludacris and Larenz Tate) were walking down the same street, one of them complaining about the lousy service they got from a black waitress at another nearby restaurant, and he blamed it on racism:
Anthony: That waitress sized us up in two seconds. We’re black and black people don’t tip. So she wasn’t gonna waste her time. Now somebody like that? Nothing you can do to change their mind.
Peter: So, uh… how much did you leave?
Anthony: You expect me to pay for that kind of service?
At that moment, they see the white woman move closer to her husband, and the man who was complaining about the racist service notices it. He starts complaining to his friend that the woman’s fear of them was solely because of their race:
Anthony: Look around! You couldn’t find a whiter, safer or better lit part of this city. But this white woman sees two black guys, who look like UCLA students, strolling down the sidewalk and her reaction is blind fear. I mean, look at us! Are we dressed like gangbangers? Do we look threatening? No. Fact, if anybody should be scared, it’s us, the only two black faces surrounded by a sea of over-caffeinated white people, patrolled by the trigger-happy LAPD. So, why aren’t we scared?
Peter: Because we have guns?
Anthony: You could be right.
And then they carjack the white couple.
Later that night comes this line from the woman:
Jean: I just had a gun pointed in my face … and it was my fault because I knew it was gonna happen. But if a white person sees two black men walking towards her and she turns and walks away, she’s a racist, right? Well I got scared and I didn’t do anything and ten seconds later I had a gun in my face.
And that’s the trouble, for me anyway. I admit that, in certain circumstances, I look at young black males wearing urban fashion and tattoos with more suspicion than I would a white person in the same situation. I don’t mean like in class, or in a restaurant, or at the airport. But on the street, or in a bad neighborhood, sure, I’ll admit it. I hate myself for it, too. But then I see the campus crime reports or just the local news in general, and it reads over and over again like “black male, 20-25 years, robbed a student at gunpoint”, and that certainly doesn’t improve my confidence.
But the even more disturbing theme in the movie is the idea that people see racism even when there isn’t any malice. And when that’s true, what hope is there for normal people who actually do struggle with their unwanted prejudices?
Before I wrap this post up, though, here’s one more quote, probably the best in the movie from my perspective as a white guy:
Anthony: It’s just black people demeaning other black people, using that word over and over. You ever hear white people callin’ each other “honky” all the time? “Hey, honky, how’s work?” “Not bad, cracker, we’re diversifying!”
And I’m sure I could write another entire post on that topic, but in lieu of that, here’s a post on another weblog that talks about “the N-word” in another great piece of social commentary: “The Boondocks”, an animated series on Cartoon Network/Adult Swim.