Who? Me? Racist?

It surprises me that I come across people who think themselves not to be racist. I mean, how does one escape being tainted in the USA? A long time ago, a young black man with whom I was working asked me whether the owner of the company was racist. I said sure. He's American, isn't he. He's a racist like you and me. It's in the air. It's in everything around us, subtle and not so subtle, from cradle to grave. He thought about it and nodded his head yes. We are all that way. However, much as we would like to pluck out the offending thing, we cannot root out our long history of upbringing. We have to carry it around with us as if it were our mark of Cain.