Racism III

I *think* this is my third post on racism, but I can't be sure. Anyway.

My first term in English is almost over, and I gotta say, the range of profs for English are quite varied. Of course, most are ignorant of all topics aside from English, but one or two have theological backgrounds, which add some validity to their claims of religious context for older works (like Chaucer and the yet-to-take-place reformation).

A bit ironic then, that the prof with the thinnest veil on his religious beliefs is also the most biggoted one of all my classes this term.

I first met him individually two weeks into the term, because of my late registration into classes. I had wanted to see what I could do to catch up, and what other work needed to be done. We also spoke briefly about my personal life history, and of his religious beliefs. And even though I regularly talk to him after class to ask certain questions, he seems to refuse to acknowledge me in class. It's as if I'm invisible.

And true, it's not like we fought a war together, so it's understandable that he wouldn't remember me, but at the same time, my presence in class is strong enough that I should register on his radar more prevalently than certain other persons. And apparently I'm not the only one.

One time, when he was systematically forcing the entire class (moving along the rows) to answer questions, he noticed an asian girl (who ALWAYS has been sitting beside a vocal keener in the class, whose name the Prof does know). "Are you new to this class?" he asks, as if she had never been to lecture before.

This older caucasian professor often gives stories of his "friends", but always takes care to mention their ethnicity. Why is that important? And is it even appropriate to be telling someone else's lifestory RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM, even if you don't name them?? "Some of you may have noticed the Sudanese who was here last class. She's the one I've mentioned before, who ____".

And it's obvious that he doesn't acknowledge his racism; intellectually he knows it's wrong (or at the very least, socially unaccepable), but emotionally he seems to lack the actual thought to see people as being equal.

Other things about him bug me, but I'll mention that in another post.

Originality and Individuality

Everybody is unique. (At the very least, on a genetic level, but let's be optimistic and assume that on a personal level they're unique as well.) Some people, however, seem to care more about their uniqueness than others. And then, of course, there are those who are content to be one of the crowd, the faceless, nameless collective.

I think, given my level of self-awareness, it's sufficiently fair to say that I'm a pretty unique individual. My sense of fashion isn't average, nor are my interests, my use of language, my posture, my personality, etc...

And maybe it's because of this degree of uniqueness that people always try to find similarities between me and other people they encounter. Which, in itself, is fair enough. Everybody relates everybody they know to other people they know in order to better archive a mental/social map of their friends.

But is it really necessary to make that remark to other people? I find that there's a thin line between "I think you would get along with another friend of mine because of ____" and "Wow. You remind me so much of this other person". The first is neutral; the second offends the individuality of the person.

For several years now, people have always been reporting to me these sightings of alleged lookalikes that they encounter on the street, or in school or wherever. It's even better when these sightings occur on facebook, and the lookalike ends up looking worse than you do. Then you start to wonder how your friends see you anyway.

I don't mind categorizing people [mentally], but I do take issue with trivializing people. There's a difference between saying "You're a science student, and therefore would likely have a better idea of what constitutes an allele" and "You're a science student, and therefore must suck at language".

So in future, if you find that I echo someone else in your life, or some fictional character, take care that your expression of this observation or yours stays at that level of observance instead of threatening the individuality of the person.

Garrgh.

Dis-eased

Interestingly enough, the current word "disease" used to come from "dis-ease" as in "not at ease; uncomfortable". It was then expanded and redefined to mean the disorder or abnormal condition of the body or its parts.

Anyway. It's 1:25am right now, and I've been at school for the past 40 minutes. A noisy ruckus woke me up at around 22:00, and it persisted through 00:30am, so I figured I'd get some work done at least, and some peace & quiet at school.

And now that I'm at school, I truly am at peace. Only problem is, I'm oddly unmotivated to do my work now. I suppose I require some level of frustration in order to function.

Halfway through the three-act play I should have read last weekend. Hopefully this weekend I'll remember to do some proper work, finish my readings, and start some essay drafts.