Today, I was watching a TV show and a black celebrity in Quebec said that his latest incident of racial profiling was being asked questions by the police as he was walking in a quiet neighborhood at 2am while wearing a hoody. Then the other guest next to him validated his claim saying that she, as a white women, was never stopped like this by the police.
I became very frustrated and agitated. Could they not see baseless this claim was? Any man, wearing a hoody, in a quiet neighborhood, walking in the middle of the night has very high chances of being talked to by the police. I’m a white male and I’ve been stopped multiple times for precisely this reason. Don’t you know what real racism is?
I was so frustrated about it that I had to call a friend of mine and tell him. My friend agreed with me, that it was just a bad claim of racism, but, unlike me, didn’t get worked up about it. This made me wonder: Why do I care so much about this type of thing? Why get all emotional about it?
I believe it has to do with my JW past. I was, and suffered at the end of, JWs accusing others based on some warped sense of superior righteousness. Having escaped this highly judgemental world that sees only the worst of people, I feel especially sensitive to anyone who, while proclaiming to be good, actually do harm by their words and behavior. JWs shun people and call it love. The “woke” place labels on people and ruin their reputations without proper basis and call it justice.