A British perspective... First off, some facts. Despite perceptions aomng most of the British public that something like a quarter of the UK population is black or Asian (which in the UK context means "South Asian" or Indian, racially), even with current (perceived high) levels of legal and illegal immigration, only about 8% of people in Britain are any kind of non-white Briton, including other white nationalities and their offspring.
The majority of these minorities (if you follow me) live in big cities - mostly London, Birmingham, Manchester and the Leeds-Bradford conurbation.
So it's "easier" for white Britons to live their whole lives and never meet a black, brown person, or any other shade than pale pink. And for the same reason, it's proportionately harder for blacks and Asians to self-segregate, except in small numbers in the biggest cities, than it is for blacks in America.
1. What kind of relationships do you have with people of other races? What have you learned about them that confirmed what you thought previously and what did you learn that came as a surprise?Day-to-day, in the town where I live at the moment, I have next to no regular contact with any black people at all. Primarily this is because this town has a lower-than-average black population (maybe in the high hundreds, out of 170,000). That said, a black family has lived on my street since before I came here, and I'm on nod-and-smile terms with them, no less than the Italian family two doors down from them, or the French women who share a house four doors up from me, or any of the white Britons in the rest of the street (and rather more than most of them, who I still don't really know even that well).
I lived in London for a few years, and for most of that time two of my four housemates were ethnically Indian, though both were born & raised in the UK. They were also the ones I got on best with, which I'd say for the most part was to do with them both being very attractive single women - I had a relationship with one of them for a year or so. (
Nighttimer already knows my fondness for sloe-eyed brunettes, which we appear to share

.) On that note, in my youth, - when I was good-looking enough to get away with it! - I had, shall we say, short-term intimate encounters (oh, all right - one-night stands!

) with black, Asian, Indian, and Latin women, as well as white ones. Can't complain. *ahem*
At my workplace there there were two Asian women, and one Anglo-Malaysian guy. Prior to that, I'd worked in Birmingham, where there were rather more black or Asian people. On reflection, this reflected a slightly racist hiring policy - the London offices were the corporate HQ, and most of the non-whites in Birmingham were in less senior roles; all the managers were white there. However, if any of the non-whites were annoyed by this state of affairs, they kept it to themselves. Most of the were quite young and more interested in having fun than carving a career.
My hobby in amateur theatre did bring me into contact with blacks in my town a while ago when I was a volunteer covering the bar & fire marshalling at a Black History month event just under a year ago - some of you may remember me posting about it.
In childhood, my "best friend" in kindergarten, to the extent any four-year-old can have a best friend, was a black girl called Rachel. (It's still my favourite girl's name, though that has as much to do with
Blade Runner perhaps). Her colour never really registered, she was just pretty and funny and nice. She was in foster care with a white family; this being the early 70s, nobody really worried about placing a black child with a white family.
Yet a few years later, after Rachel's family moved away, I remember a heated playground discussion with another boy where I was convinced that
Sesame Street was made in Africa because that's where all the black people live.
Which made me think that racism, and even race itself, is a learned concept. We may be born white, or black, but we have to learn to think of ourselves that way, and to think of people of different colours in different ways.
I'm also reminded of a story told me by one of my London flatmates who told me that her family (parents from Pakistan) used to go on caravan holidays in North Wales when she was a child. North Wales was, and is, one of the "whitest" parts of the UK. She remembers people stopping in the street to stare at them as they drove or walked past - with curiosity, not malice. They simply had never seen brown-skinned people with their own eyes, much less a whole family of them. She would say that they got treated very well once the locals got over the surprise, noticeably so compared to white English (or South Welsh) visitors.
What did I learn that comes as a surprise? It's a little earthy, but I like the
smell of other racial groups more than I like the smell of my own. I'm not talking about the smell of stale swaeat - that's not great on anyone, but I like the slight spiciness of Indians, and I REALLY like the sweet muskiness of black people. Sitting in a small, hot theatre full of black families last summer was not fun for me
just because it was a good show.
2. Is "racial pride" a concept that has to be eliminated for people to see each other as individuals and not a race?I am not sure. I would like to think not, but too often pride in our own group spills over, or is predicated on, contempt for other groups. I think this is particularly tue for white people in countries where they are already dominant.
A small parable - in Britain, there are four native nationalities. English, Irish, Scottish, and Welsh. Unification into a single "external" nation required a wider construction of "British" too. For the Celtic nations, it has always been possible to think of nationality (it's been a millennium or more since there were distinct races, though if you know what you're looking for you can still tell a Welshman or woman just by looking; it's more down to body language, though) as a hierarchical thing. For example, I am Welsh, British, and European - in that order. A Scot is likely to do something similar, though is more likely to miss out "British". For the Northern Irish, "British" has loyalist connotations, but there are still hierarchies.
Because the English have always been more numerous, and because historically they were the most militarily successful, it was eay for them to think that British and English were essentially interchangeable concepts (there
is no English national anthem - they sing the British national anthem at sporting events). Now that the Celtic nations are exerting greater autonomy - with their own tailored forms of national government, the English seem somewhat confused. So far, Englishness as a discrete concept seems only able to express itself through the national soccer & rugby teams.
When it goes beyond that, it struggles to define itself as anything other than "British but without the Welsh, Scots, or Irish", because the English have never
had to think about their own identity, and their thinking about other people's identity never needed to go beyond "not one of us".
I think this is a good analogy for Anglo-Saxon America. Hyphenate Americans can define themselves according to their ancestry, looks, culture, or what-have you. But ordinary Anglo-Celts who still make up the largest population segment cannot really do that. Every they think of that is "theirs" is so
fundamentally American that all the other groups share in it, with as much claim on it as they have. The only easy way to assert racial pride for this group is to denigrate the pride of other groups.
Either that or trace back ancestry to groups that do have a clear identity (which Welsh Americans haven't really started doing yet, but may get around to), and, as I've alredy mentioned, "Anglo Americans" can't really do that, because the English don't yet know how to define themselves.
3. What bugs you most about blacks or whites? What confuses you? What angers you? What gives you hope that we will one day "be judged by the content of our character and not the color of our skins?" The single thing that bugs me most about
all races is the assumption that someone's race is always the reason for the way they are treated. If I am treated badly, it's
because I'm white/black/Asian/Indian/Arab/etc. If someone else is treated well, it's
because they are ...
Sometimes it's because of racism, but I'd bet it's as often to do with stupidity, incompetence, or some venality other than outright racial hatred. Indeed, I think that too often, those crying "race!" forget that all prejudice has it's roots in
ignorance. Not all ignorance is wilful, and rather too much is indulged (especially in anti-intellectual cultures like ours), but it isn't usually intentional or malicious. If you want promotion or a pay rise - ask for it. Don't sit around waiting for "them" to treat you the way you want to be treated, especially if you haven't specificially defined that way, otherwise you'll get treated the same way everyone else who sits around waiting for a pay-rise or a promotion (or a date or a salesman to come over) - by being ignored.
This cuts both ways. Much working class white racism in the UK, and much of the reason for the electoral success of racists like the British National Party (BNP), comes from a perception that "Pakis" or "asylum seekers" are treated more favourably, especially in social housing. It's not fair, because so-and-so has been on the waiting list for a new flat for six months, and those (insert derogatory racial epithet of choice) got straight in.
A moment's consderation might lead one to suppose that of course a council is going to house a homeless family over one with a roof over their head that wants an extra bedroom, but that moment never quite gets considered.
This is understandable, up to a point, but mainstream parties shy away form explaining it, leaving the ground open for extremists with a racist agenda from exploiting the fact that there just isn't enough social (or any other kind - hence price rises) housing in the UK anyway for their own nefarious ends.
Whew! long post - sorry.