Racism and Our Personal Safety
Racism and Our Personal Safety I remember when racism first intersected with our personal safety, though at the time I didn’t realize that it was racism. My partner B, a Black female, and I, a white male, were relaxing for brunch in Venice, by Santa Monica, California. B spoke of how she felt uncomfortable with me. Her words really bothered me then. B spoke of how she would want to feel that I would physically protect her, if she was attacked. She felt that I would try to protect myself, but not her. At the time, her words both surprised, and bothered me. I applied for conscientious objector status at age 18, in 1969. As a child, we were not allowed squirt guns, because they were guns. I do not recall ever holding or possessing a weapon or something used for self-defense; a gun, knife, pepper spray or anything remotely similar. With B, we had already talked about sexism. We both rejected various gender roles and similar. At the time, I thought t