One thing that happens as you get older is you care less and less about how you’re labelled. You care more and more about what you do, and what kind of person you are. From Jeremy Egerer at americanthinker.com:
One thing I’m looking forward to as I get older is becoming more “racist.” I consider it one of the finer joys of aging. Children are averse to this kind of thing because they have no idea, for instance, that handing a kid named Terrell $150 of your hard-earned money for C.D.s, even though he has a bullet scar on his leg and an affinity for bad hash, might be a bad investment (note: I have personally done this). You have to learn these things the hard way. Putting two and two together over a lifetime has a tendency to make you generalize about people, and if you’re intelligent, most of the time you will be right.
At this point, having lived through a series of dangerous and distasteful experiences with lowlifes, I can tell the difference between a good and a bad black man within seconds, and knowing the difference between them has made me safer, richer, and happier in general – something a teenager is unlikely to understand, appreciate, or accept. The way kids are indoctrinated today makes them unlikely to ever appreciate it, and the only thing I can do for a man who places his morals over his judgment is laugh at him. To watch a smug, effeminate, and fully grown white man embrace a lowlife and then ask where his wallet went is comedy of the highest order – funnier than watching drunk people fall off their bicycles or women throwing tantrums in the grocery store.
As most of us over the age of 30 know, the things that turned us on at 20 have a tendency to become stale and boring, which means that unless we’re ready to curl up and die, we have to move on to other things. Drinking by this time has become moderated (unless you’re a drunk); drugs are severely limited or verboten (unless you’re a bum); sleeping around has led to marriage (unless nobody wants to marry you); and most of the music and television you spent your precious youth on become either corny or boring (unless you’re corny or boring). What’s left to us but to learn? To build? To construct a universe within ourselves that allows us to master the universe outside ourselves? The hallmark of manhood is a reversal of bald consumption – the desire to create, to build a home and a family and a business and a nation and ideas, to be needed by people, to dream things that not only sound good, but work well, to stand amid the chaos of the world and establish your tiny fiefdom in irreproachable order – in short, to go from having your diaper changed to changing a diaper.
To continue reading: On Getting Older and Turning into ‘a Racist’