The other day I was talking to a young white man who knows all about racial differences in intelligence, criminality, temperament, and so on. He told me something unexpected and interesting.
He said that although he's known several white guys he's hated enough to want to kill, he's never met a single black guy he's felt that way about.
He said that some white guys who were above him at his company would lord their power over him, and think themselves better than him because of their positions, even if they personally were near worthless as human beings. He said that several caused him to fantasize about following them home and shooting them, or beating them to death.
But he had never met a black man whom he'd fantasized about killing. They just never seemed to reach the necessary level of treachery and pretension for that. He also said that a lot of them, even if you got into fights with them, didn't seem to hold a grudge, and would even greet you congenially the next day.
I asked, what about the sullen, militant ones, the ones who obviously hate whites? He said that they don't bother him, that they're just sticking up for their own kind and he had no problem with that. Maybe it was partly because he'd never gotten close enough to enough of them, but he'd just never felt betrayed or backstabbed by them. And he never got the sense that they'd tried to humiliate him just because they could.
I thought about it, searched through my own personal history, and realized that the same is true with me. I've known several people at various points in my life I would have loved to see die, and whom I've fantasized about killing, and every single one was white. And I've simply never felt that way about a black. (Or a brown, or a yellow, for that matter.)
And I, too, am well versed in -- to the point of being a connoisseur of -- racial differences.
There have been plenty of times when black people in general have angered me, such as when OJ was acquitted and TV newcasts showed black people across the nation jumping up and down and cheering as if their favorite team had just won the NBA championships. And there are black public figures, like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, whom I despise. But I've never personally known an individual black whom I've hated enough to want to see dead.
Yet it took the young man pointing this out to make me realize that the same was true of me.