The reality of race

So the insurance people sent the loss adjuster over and do the paper work. Lovely lady, and then she said she saw someone suspecious walking down the street with gloves on and a rubbish bag. We checked, it was actually our neighbour's son. Granted it was a bit suspecious looking, why the hell is he walking down the street with gloves on anyway? But the way the lady stressing on the point that he's an islander.... that's what got me.

I can't get rid of stereotype, I used to also have problem with dealing with racial stereotypes myself. But then what can we do?

By some amazing coincident I came across this page today on the idea of race, and whether it exist of not. I used to be very strongly against the idea of having racial boundaries. We're all human. But the guy who wrote about pro-race division said something there that does kinda strike me: "How can we combat racism if we don't acknowledge race exist?" Just becasue some of us deny it doesn't mean everyone does.

After reading about the antagonist's view, I was like "hell yeah!". But then when I read the argument on the other side, some part of the proponent's view was very valid too. It's not so much that there's race in the sense that it makes a race superior, but the fact that some of us are physically different enough to be told apart. I think in a sense, it does make sense that after being "confined" to our space for so long that we now look so different from each other.

Well, other than that random commentary for race, I haven't been doing too much. I think I'm still in the mist of the depression. (Then again it comes and goes I guess. This is just a particularly bad one I guess.) Kinda annoying that I've already used up the free couselling from uni. That's ok. I'll survive.