This issue has come up several times in some of my past college courses where we discussed cultural diversity, pride, and intolerance etc. Two schools of thought often emerged... The first was that racial pride should be allowed to extend to anyone, including whites, in the name of equanimity. The second was that cultural pride is an outdated tool for "minorities" to secure a place of respect for themselves in the world and is antithetical to social equanimity. (This from someone who sees merit in affirmative action. )
I am inclined to agree with the second school of thought, as well as admit that it's protracted use could/is resulting in an ironic/hypocritical reversal of prejudice equally as bad as the events leading to its inception. [I've seen this same argument made for the feminist movement as well. The theory that feminism (as a good intention) has become hyper-feminism (good intentions souring and mutating) and is tainting popular culture with reverse discriminations. There's a comedy skit by political humorist Bill Maher on this topic. He deviates for entertainment purposes, but you get the idea. The topic is worthy of its own thread, but back to our regularly scheduled programming...]
I am curious what other MBTIcers think: Does racial pride contribute to racial division? Explain your answer.
My perspective is rather unique, but not uncommon in the 21st century. I'm biracial. My family is large and multi-racial. I suspect that this "perspective" if you think of it as such, is going to become increasingly more common as time goes on.
If you care to know my background:
My mother is a Mexican raised in America. Her father was a Mexican of (purportedly) pure Spanish blood. (He certainly looked it: 6'2, 250lbs, fair skinned, & green-eyed.) Her mother was a Mexican, an illegal immigrant to the U.S., of Native American descent. (She looked it: 4'11, 90lbs, brown skinned, & dark-eyed.) My father is your generic white American. The ancestry is muddled with a stew of English, Welsh, German, and French ancestry. Dash in a great-great grandmother who was Cherokee.
It gets more interesting.
Upon the death of my maternal grandmother and subsequent alcoholism of my maternal grandfather, my mother was adopted by her father's brother and his white American wife. Her Mexican cousins, as well as her white step-cousins, became her adopted brothers and sisters.
Not to mention, upon the abandonment of my paternal white grandmother by my paternal white grandfather, she remarried a black man resulting in the ostracization of both by their families when my father was just a boy. Thereby making my father's black step-father (and the only one he knew for all intents and purposes) his real father; his parent's marital adventures ultimately granted him 2 black step-sisters, 1 mulatto step-sister, and 7 (whole and half) white siblings.
All of this occurred in the sixties mind you... half of it in the good ole South (Missouri and Texas) and the other half in Detroit, MI. My predecessors were not popular at block parties. One can imagine the social commentary.
Through dint of marriage and adoption, I am now lovingly bound to people of the Puerto Rican, Dominican, African-American, Italian, Brazilian, and Phillipinno persuasion. Between my four brothers (whole, half, and step) and myself there is white American, Mexican, Italian, and Brazilian.
I am dating a man who is, to his knowledge, 1/4 Irish, 1/4 Portuguese, 1/4 Armenian and 1/4 Jewish (untraceable nationality, courtesy of the Holocaust); all four grandparents from their countries of origin. His family celebrates Hanukkah and Christmas! (Lucky friggin kids...) They speak Spanish as well as I do on account of their living in a Dominican neighborhood in Manhattan. Our future children will be, if nothing else, as colorful as our family events. My holiday meals have already included Turkey, lasagna, Puerto Rican rice & beans, Filipino pastries, and Mexican Coffee in a single house. I've been informed future events may include gefilte fish.
Bwahahahahaha, beat that Mariah Cary and Tiger Woods.
So to me, race is everything and nothing, all at once. If I were to tout racial pride, I'd be running in circles with umpteen national flags. Even my grandparents have admitted in their ways that where they were from was much more important when they were growing up. Imho, the relevance of our cultural, national, or racial origin is increasingly becoming an outdated and obsolete concept. The difference of opinion here, usually seems to lie between the when as opposed to the if but I am open to new input.