t That was brilliantly written Alex and yes there IS hope. I’m considered a Caucasian male. It’s called white although I think pink-skin is probably more accurate for what’s called white (see Gammon memes from the UK). I grew up in a tiny suburban town in NJ that had only 5 black families in it for a long time. (I had a crush on a fellow clarinet player in the 7th grade who was from one of the five families). But were the rest white families? No. There were no white people in my 1 sq mile town growing up. You were either Italian or Irish or “didn’t really fit in”. I was in the 3rd group. As demographics started shifting, anybody with tan or olive skin was “Indian”. (even if middle eastern or mexican). (90s). These are things I’d overhear. I left in 2002 and watched a dramatic change after 9/11. THAT’S when I started hearing “white” and “American” around town, even among people I grew up with. Whether Sikh, Indian, Pakistan, from Egypt, Mexico or Central America: If you had tan/olive skin, you were a terrorist. These are things I’d overhear. “What’s Irish? What’s Italian? There’s just American as long as you look Caucasian enough.” That wasn’t said but it was implied. It’s a kind of solidarity I didn’t join and I don’t like when pink-skinned men stand up and try to say “We Americans”, at me with a wink and a nod because they don’t represent me. But, they also do. That’s why I work against racism within the “We’re all human but those non-whites better shape up” crowd. I know I could’ve been them.

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My mom was married to a Muslim (from Egypt) from 1984-1986. We had our dog Sally. Wasn’t a problem. He prayed 5x a day because he was supposed to like a good Catholic… Muslim – whatever it was – but outside of some minor dietary restrictions (he ate ham accidentally at a party but it was ok because it was out of ignorance), he just got up, went to work, came home. Oh, i couldn’t put my feet up. That was equivalent to mooning (showing the bottom of your feet). But that’s was about it. I remember we played soccer in the backyard.

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Robotics is taking over production lines. Where I live, illegal immigrants are all around me working on farms and many legal now on their 3rd/4th generations immigrant levels. [I live next to Immokalee FL in a part of Naples that got Hurricane Irma’s eye over us last week]. But beyond the picking level, once they go into the factories, robotics takes over there too. If you’re looking to restructure society, you can’t start from 1800.

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