Now I feel bad...
my whole family is all mixed races and religions. It’s never been a thing I really considered from my end, as my family would never care about the race of whoever I dated. I just know about the stereotype of the angry white or Asian dad who doesn’t want his daughter dating anyone brown or black. The only time I ever actually experienced racism like that was when I was dating Japanese girls in Japan. I thought generally guys just kinda always got congratulated for getting laid no matter what lmao.
More sexist than racist if anything (on my end). I know I sound stupid and ignorant here but just being honest.
Japan is exceptional IMO. Racism seems too light a word to describe this aspect of a large part of the population. It's odd. And among Japanese men (#notallofcoursebutmany) women may receive even less respect than people of other ethnicities (except Koreans, sigh) despite the "stay away from my daughter" thing. That is probably why just as many women see scoring with a white guy as a huge win (according to my wife--though she wasn't referring to herself, I guarantee that). It will get better with time but people being so long lived there means their attitudes survive with them. The guy who had to quit the Japanese Olympic Committee--after he said women talk too much in meetings--was in his 80's and the guy he wanted to replace him is just as old.
My parents were both white and Christian but they were fairly well travelled. They didn't give a fig about ethnicity. My father's pet name for my mother's best friend was "The Black One"--possibly because because she was literally my mother's one black friend; but more likely she was possibly
the black woman in Charlottetown at the time and if not, the count was certainly in the single digits. I was older than I care to admit before I even understood what he meant by it but that is when I also understood he and I gave zero fucks about race. That is not to say I'm free of unconscious bias--no one is nor should they be--but in all the ways that count except for an unfortunate delight in certain jokes though I no longer tell them--aspects of other people that don't impact me directly generally don't affect what I think of them, though that may be oversimplifying too much.
But I digress.
Since I was a little kid there have been movies of the week, not to mention All in the Family, showing how shitty it must be for your parents to give your significant other a hard time. My parents didn't even give me a hard time when I got myself entangled with a real shitwad of a person, though it may have been apathy as much as anything by that time. I am glad your you and equally grateful myself that we never had to deal with that, but man, I gotta feel for anyone who has, especially if you're close to your parents. Imagine being 20 and head over heels, adoring your parents and completely oblivious to the ol' man's beliefs, and you bring home someone that elicits the reaction, "NOT IN MY #*#$%@&@(#%^# HOUSE!" Crushing.
Anyone who read this far: if this describes you, dude, I'm sorry but know that people support you even if you don't know them. I hope you've been able to get past it and love your life and your choices.
Otherwise, you're welcome to join me,
