I’ve seen that phrase before on demographics, maybe a thousand times, maybe more.
It never really struck me the way it did yesterday.
“Non-Hispanic” whites. As in: whites. As in: you look at them, and cannot tell any significant difference between the supposedly privileged majority and an ostensibly disadvantaged minority. Because the last name is Hispanic, of course.
I have a co-worker. His father and mother come from Chile, and did so after he was born. Lived in New York City, upper middle class. His wife is a somewhat swarthy Italian girl.
Now, liberals (and some conservatives) deride those of us who are against illegal immigration as somehow being afraid or hating “brown people”. But if they are Hispanic Whites, well, how brown are they, anyway?
I could go on with this, but it just makes me sick to think about where the US has arrived in identity politics.
As a nation, we lack integrity and we lack courage.
Clint Eastwood was right.
At this point, we are mixed enough that you cannot tell anyone’s origin by their appearance (like the time I asked a Chinese guy for help in a university bookstore in Beijing, and he replied in flawless British English that he couldn’t help me, he was just looking, too). And we should have the fortitude to use someone’s ignorant racism as a spur to achieve more, instead of as an excuse to need federal handouts.
…don’t get me started on how much it bothers me that women are considered a minority.