So these girls that I work with.

Don’t get me wrong. They’re nice people. People have this idea that to be racist means you’re a bad person; to be racist means you have to be mean. To those of you who think that, I say:

LOL. You are a FOOL.

My co-workers? They’re nice girls. When they engage me in conversation, and I’m in a mood where I don’t mind talking to them, we have really nice ones. We can joke around. We can laugh together. They’re friendly. They’re smart.

They’re still racist as hell. None of the above negates that. And their niceness doesn’t negate their racism.

They’re nice to me, yeah.

They still spew the n word whenever it comes up in a song.

We have good conversations, yeah.

They spend time mocking different aspects of Blackness.

We joke around, yeah.

They still fetishize me.

They like me as a person, yeah.

They still ask invasive questions that they have no business asking.

They still treat me like I have no clue what I’m doing.

They still crack all kinds of jokes about a vernacular that they don’t realize that I speak.

They’re nice. They’re smart. But they’re still racist assholes.

Nice and racist are not mutually exclusive, nor are smart and racist. You can be both. You can be all three. You can even be them all towards the person you’re being racist towards. You can like the person and still be a racist asshole towards them. You can be nice. You can be a good person.

It doesn’t negate your racism or the fact that you’re a racist.

It’s not that difficult of a concept.