On the corner of the block where I live, in the ultra-blue neighborhood of Park Slope, Brooklyn, there is an upscale little diner, right beside a busy subway entrance. Outside there stands a little blackboard. On one side of the blackboard the staff lists the daily specials, and on the other there is usually a quotation or pithy aphorism.
In a startling example of how skewed the toleration of racism has become, this morning’s apopthegm asserted the following:
The Irish ignore anything they can’t drink or punch.
Ah, yes, those stupid Micks. Don’t you just hate white Europeans? Sure you do.
Imagine, however, if it had said:
The Mexicans ignore anything they can’t pick or kidnap.
Black people ignore anything they can’t shoot or steal.
There was a time when I would have been amazed by this. No longer.