Going back to the boy who meets me at the arcade side of the recreation palace, it occurs to me that reaching out to someone of a different race (or just under the blanket of looking 'different') means your mind becoming accustomed to new reactions. What are those reactions? Irrational fear that you put away for the moment to meet with the person, an idea of what type of reaction the other subject will get from meeting you and trying to connect via some sort of commonality.
"Do you like Chris Rock?"
"I guess so..."
"Yeah, he's funny."
An honest effort, but under the pretense that all black people will respond well to other black people being referenced, or respond well to a part of their culture being shown through you.
If only I had a sociology major, I could have been more equipped to help out my white-skinned brethen.
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