Joe was talking about this to me recently and he came out with the statement "I think I'll just stick with people from my race from now on". OK, that raised a huge red flag with me: Race? HELLO? So I asked Joe
"what do you mean, 'my race'?
"Oh sorry Mom, I mean 'OUR race'" (Nope. The red flag didn't go anywhere with that! In fact it climbed a little higher.) I tied again:
"You mean Irish people?"
No. I mean people like us. People who are different.
...And we started to talk about differences and acceptance. It's funny how Joe is almost a reverse snob. He will merrily accept kids with all sorts of difference and special needs, but he has -on more than one occasion- made some exclusionary comments about "normies" -which makes me laugh a little because the word I use too, and I'm pretty sure I never used it around him (maybe he is a reader?).
I am working on this with him, and I expect it will take some time for Mr Black and White to start to see any glimmer of grey. But he will.
I hope he does. After all, not ALL normies are awful!