This is why I like racist humor. Some may believe we have to completely ignore racism and that it isn't there, and laughing at racist jokes is taboo. I believe the fact that black people, white people, and asians can all sit in the same room and laugh at the same comedian who's telling jokes about stereotypes is a great thing. It makes us step back and say, yes we're different, and sometimes it's funny because we all come from different cultures, but you know what, it's not bad. It just means we're different, and I like that.

When I meet someone, I give them a clean slate. Over the course of time if I decide that I don't agree with them then I start to not like them, or like them more. I treat everyone like this regardless of race. There have been times where I've met a white guy who seemed less educated and had a much more biased view on things than I have, which I didn't agree with and I began not to like that person. There was also a time where I've met a black guy and the more I talked to him the more I noticed that when he would hang around other black people or his family, he'd be racist.

My best friend in 3rd grade was a black guy. We'd play at recess, pass notes, and all that shit 3rd graders did. Played sports together... Nothing separated us. Then one day he invited me to his birthday party. I got the invite for the 4th of June(can't remember what day it was anymore, so we'll just use this as an example). So I bought him a birthday present which was some toy laser gun thing that you could line up with an eyepiece and see where it was pointed. So the 4th of June came around and my dad walks me up to the door and his grandmother opens it and my dad says "Hey, I'm here to drop Brett off for the birthday party." and she replies "Oh, that was yesterday, you missed it!" I gave her the birthday present to give to him and left. I ended up finding out later that all the black kids were invited to the 3rd, and I was invited to the 4th. Our invitations were marked differently on purpose. But after that, we were still friends. We still played at recess, and he let me play with the present and no one else. His family was racist and he might have not had any idea what happened at the time.

Has anyone seen Gran Turino? It's going to be hard to get rid of racism if the old people who are stuck in their ways don't stop teaching their children and grandchildren the wrong things.