You guys reacted to this line of discussion a lot better than my roommates. And yeah, I think not even entering the discussion might be best. It is hard because on some level that means I can never hang out with this guy, who turns everything into a discussion about race. I know, in my heart of hearts, that I am not a racist and that there is no reason he should get mad at me about anything I think. But I also know that I have a gold medal in putting my foot in my mouth, and frequently say things in really poorly chosen ways.
I think I can sum up my feelings as: I interact with lots of black people on both a personal and professional level who are nice, normal citizens who I enjoy talking to. I have also spent several years of my life learning about the way our surroundings can shape us and influence our behavior. When I see people doing bad things, I try to ascribe the cause of those things to their surroundings rather than to some group I imagine that they belong to.
For a lot of people in this city, who live in a segregated area and did not interact with black people growing up, their exposure to black people is:
1. seeing them committing crimes on TV
2. hearing stories about friends/family who have had criminal acts committed on them
so while it is wrong, that is how they end up holding racist beliefs about you. Sorry that it is that way, dude, you are a nice person.
In closing,
this article came up when I was researching some of the interesting last names I saw at the internship. Cool article.