Yep, I figured that out yesterday. I don’t like admitting it, but I know I have to in order to change.
You see, I moved to the Rainier Valley on Thursday. I have been looking forward to living here for a long time, and very seriously considered doing it this past year. Now I’m finally here, and it’s great. The best thing about this part of town is its diversity. I just read that two thirds of the residents here are African American or Asian. For the first time in my life I am a racial minority.
So, as I explored the Valley a little bit yesterday, I realized I was racist. It’s not a very fun thing to realize. It’s not huge, I don’t hate any race more than another. But I found myself more suspicious and cautious around groups of people that weren’t white. I think that’s a problem. I think that’s wrong. So I’m going to work on it.
A couple of interesting things happened as I was out and about. I went to shoot baskets at a nearby park last night. I played for a while, and then walked around the park and sat at a picnic table. Lots of kids were showing up, many different age groups represented. As one kid walked by (he was probably 7 or 8 ) he looked at me and said, “hey nigga, you seen my knife? You seen my knife?” A little at a loss, I mumbled a no and he walked past. As I walked out of the park, he said, “whats up?” I said, “not much, hows it going?” “Good.” Then as I walked away, “bye.” So not much, but who knows, maybe I’ll see this kid again and we can talk some more.
As I walked past a bus stop on the way back to my house a man I had seen earlier asked about the bus. I had no answer for him, as I hadn’t taken that bus before. I told him good luck and was a few steps away when I heard him say, “It was nice to see another white guy around here.” Again at a loss, this time I said nothing and kept walking. Why didn’t I think of something to say? I definitely did not agree with him, the thought hadn’t crossed my mind at all regardless of my earlier realizations. Here’s the best answer I can come up with now, “You know, that thought never crossed my mind. You see, I enjoy the fact that everyone looks different, and a world where everyone is the same would be incredibly boring. Think about that and get back to me.” I can always think of the most witty things to say, unfortunately it’s usually about 20 minutes too late. I notice this happens around girls a lot. Alright, sorry I’m rambling.
So those are some of my first adventures in the Rainier Valley. I look forward to many more. Oh, and I heard 4 gunshots last night. Don’t tell my mom.

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June 17, 2007 at 6:08 am
D. Peace
Make diverse friends. Best advice I could give.
June 25, 2007 at 1:00 am
Dan Barnett
Hey Red. I understand the shock when you realize how much you’ve noticed race in the past. I moved to Illinois from a suburb of Detroit. When I got here I felt like something was missing. There were no Blacks. Some of my best friends in Michigan were black, but here it felt awkward. Listen, stereotypes will always form how your reflexes happen. I think living in the community you’re in will help you to harness them. BTW, although your comment may be whitty, sometimes it’s better unsaid. Sometimes the best response is silence, and sometimes it’s a question. “What do you mean by that?” it opens you up to much more. I googled rainier valley to see where it is. It says Seattle. If so, try finding Mars Hill Church, and get involved there. Mark Driscoll, the lead pastor, is one of the most brilliant men alive.
June 25, 2007 at 4:27 am
red05
Thanks Dan, I appreciate your comments. I’ve heard great things about Mars Hill Church and know quite a few people that go there, but I have a church home already (in the Rainier Valley actually).
I agree with you about the comment. Probably the best thing would have been to ask what he meant, and then at least we could have had a conversation.
I love my neighborhood though, and I am very excited about living here. The more I see all the diversity around me, the more I appreciate it and think that it would be difficult for me to go back to an all white suburb…