I'm Not Racist Thanks to TV and That Scares The Crap Out of MeC. Rhodes (croguesberg)5/08/14 4:30pmFiled to: racismtelevision52479EditPromoteShare to KinjaGo to permalinkLet's get something out of the way. I'm a white woman, and I grew up in a predominantly white suburban setting. I have a lot of privilege, and pretty homogenous surroundings, to this day. And I confess that I'm not racist (read: a lot less racist and a lot more aware) thanks in no small part to the fact that as a child I saw faces that didn't look like mine on TV. I was fortunate to also be raised in a house where intellectual curiosity was rewarded and cultural diversity was sought out, but given the fact that maybe 15% of my school's population wasn't white and in a socioeconomic class nearly identical to mine, without TV the greatest diversity I would have gotten exposed to on a regular basis was the fact that my hometown has a pretty sizeable population of Jewish people.I remember, distinctly, watching the Cosby Show. I remember watching Family Matters, and later, when my TV watching wasn't quite as closely monitored by my parents, Living Single and Fresh Prince of Bel Air. I remember A Different World and I even remember Hangin' with Mr Cooper (someone please tell me I am not the only one that remembers Mr Cooper). I remember seeing faces that looked nothing like mine, and not remotely feeling as if that was strange. These were members of the now-disappearing black middle class, with jobs like my parents and schoolmates' parents had. These were people who had the same concerns and problems that I had, even though didn't look like me, and it felt remarkably unremarkable.ShareTweet Kinja is in read-only mode. We are working to restore service.