Reading this article in the Washington Examiner brought up something I have been thinking about recently.  Old people and liberals look at race differently from the rest of  America. The recent focus on race relations at Ferguson and in NY City is diametrically opposite from what I observe in my daily life. Our eldest granddaughter is dating a black man, our next oldest is dating a Filipino. Several of my daughter’s best friends are black. This isn’t just anecdotal, there is an increase in iinterracial marriage, and the population as a whole is getting more diverse. I can virtually guarantee that there isn’t a racist bone in any of our grandchildren’s bodies, and probably none of our children either. The same for most of their friends, and I daresay most people under the age of 30.

Those of us who grew up during the Civil Rights era can’t help but think about race. It was part of the entire history of that time, and was reinforced in the media, popular culture, etc. Although we try to consciously ignore it, race will probably always be one of the ways we define people. I don’t think that is true of my children or grandchildren.

So, in contrast to the empirical evidence that diversity is a fact of life for most young people, why this sudden reanimation of racism as a cause? Andrew Klavan may have the answer.  It’s the power.

As America becomes more diverse, and people begin to question the standard liberal tropes about government being the only force for good that is available, they fall back on race as the cause  for all of our problems. It’s the only way they can retain their power and perpetuate the oppression of the lower classes.

Klavan sums it up well.

If American blacks are fighting against institutional racism, the fight is over. They won years ago, as well they should have. If they’re fighting against human racism — white privilege, micro-aggression, racism without racists, whatever you want to call it — they’re being suckered into a fool’s game, they’re being used to win other people power. There are far, far better ways to spend your life than worrying about what racists think of you. Just about any way is better, come to think of it. For blacks — as for women, as for gays — it’s time to let your oppression go. Like leftism itself, it’s really not good for you.

As an older person, I may not ever be able to escape my history, but what is the young liberal’s excuse?