[ SECRET POST #2598 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2598 ⌋

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, but if you grow up in a household that is not racist, a song in Peter Pan won't magically turn you into a raging racist. I don't know anyone from my age group who suddenly went "all Indians are red like lobsters" after watching Peter Pan.

[(Anonymous)]

Eeeeehhh.... I remember my childhood (in the 80's/early90's, so awhile back, but not quick in the Dark Days) kind of having a lot of random racist moments, although our households were not what you would have called "racist households" (that is, our parents didn't use ethnic slurs or talk about how __(unpleasantadjective)__ __(insertminority)___ were. We still had odd little childhood rhymes that involved pulling our eyes to make them squinty and talking in pigdin "Chinese" accents, "Down By the Riverside" had the word f*g in it and we didn't know what it meant, and we went to pow-wows that local-ish tribes would have for tourists, bought plastic "Indian" things and ran around doing that "whoop whoop" hand-over-your-mouth thing you see in cartoons.

Our parents and teachers and peers weren't overtly racist. We were just in a really freaking white area. There was maybe one Asian kid and two black kids at my grade/middle school. Certainly no Native American kids or teachers. So pretty much what we had to go on was what we saw on the TV, and the very bowlderized versions we learned in books. And if what we saw on TV was a cartoonish representation of a culture made up of stereotypes, well...that was still all we had to go on. Sure, if our parents had really looked at it, they could've sat us down and said something, but 90% of the time, they figured what you figure: "It's just a cartoon, we're good people, so this isn't really influencing them."

Generally, the only time we'd get sat down and told something was wrong was after we'd done or said something awkwardly but naively racist where the parents could hear it, usually in public.

Kids are weird. Kids are naive. And kids are kind of desperately in the process of trying to make sense of the strange and complicated world around them with the tools they have at their disposal.


And heck, that's assuming that the little munchkins aren't growing up in a racist household. Which these days...eh, it's not actually the safest assumption.

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, well, I guess it really depends on where you grew up in the end.