We love fixating on race. It’s very convenient. As long as we’re focusing on race, we don’t have to focus on what’s really in front of us: sex.
To me, sex is the Prime Mover in human relations. It’s what everybody really cares about and worries about, on the deepest levels. Racism at its core is all about sex. An honest racist will admit this.
Some White men involved in relationships with Black women report that a common, although juvenile, question other White men ask them about their women is “Is it pink on the inside?” One way or another, the real fascination is on sex and sex organs and what it’s like to have sex with someone of another race.
Race just can’t keep up with sex when it comes to the way people behave and interact with one another. You might say that the history of Black-White relations in America is really the story of sexual competition between two groups of men.
It is well known that when a subjugated people live among those who subjugate them, the women of the subjugated group are at the disposal of those in power. In effect, the men in power own all the women. They have sexual access to the women in the subjugated group but do not allow access to the women in their own group.
I submit that this has nothing to do with race. This is purely sexual. This is male behavior.
Of course, this is no good whatsoever for relations between men and women in the oppressed group. This can only make a bad situation worse for them. What has happened is that one group of men has defeated the other and is asserting dominance over the men they have defeated. And women are the pawns in this game. So now the men and the women of the oppressed group have a Trust issue. And a Respect issue.
Again, this is sexual in nature. This has nothing to do with race.
There is nothing extraordinary about what these people did. And nothing extraordinary about how the other people reacted.
For some people, it is vitally important to block from their view how ordinary Those Other People really are. And that’s just it: there is nothing extraordinary about them. Your decision that race matters more than anything else says nothing about reality; it says something about you.
Who knows what could happen once you start seeing those people the way you see yourself – as rather ordinary?
You might have sex with them or something. And you might like it. And then we’re all going to hell in a hand basket.