As much as I loathe the "Libs are the real racists" rhetoric so near and dear to "conservative" Boomers' hearts (further evidence of how deeply ingrained internalization of this Jєωιѕн Marxist moral category is among them), I must admit that there appears to be a kernel of truth to this phenomenon, inasmuch as those white-guilt-afflicted souls who bleat the loudest against "racism" appear to harbor a pity bordering on contempt for black people.
Dispassionately inform them of objective facts, like the gap in average measurable intelligence between the races, the disproportionate involvement Americans of sub-Saharan African descent have in the commission of violent crimes, etc. and they suddenly leap to the fore, volunteering some anecdote about some very smart / pious / virtuous black person that they know personally, or blurt out an entirely gratuitous and superfluous reminder that God loves black people too, and that the lowly negro is even in possession of an immortal soul and capable of becoming a canonized saint just like us real human beings, er white folk!
Nobody suggested otherwise, my scrupulous friends. Perhaps the Boomer doth protest too much.
I can only assume that their uncritical acceptance of "racism" as a real evil - a real, binding moral category, despite its having been invented in the 20th Century by Marxist Jews - has led to a prolonged condition of cognitive dissonance. Incapable of countenancing the possibility that the races are actually different and not wholly equal to each other in all conceivable categories, yet unable to entirely banish glaring facts to the contrary which are objectively, plainly true, they seems to project the mental distress caused by the contradictory cognitive states onto the poor blacks themselves: rushing in bounden duty to their defense, as though the mean old "racist" pointing out uncomfortable truths were some malevolent ogre, brutalizing a race seen by them as little more than helpless, retarded children.
White man's burden, I guess?
For what it's worth to those fond of anecdotes - my own pious Maltese grandfather had an especial love and devotion to St. Martin de Porres. He also had a close friend who was an immigrant from Trinidad (perhaps having developed the devotion from this friendship - I don't know). And yet... his one biggest complaint about life in America was having to live and work with large numbers of blacks. He described his black coworkers as "foot shuffling deadwoods," decrying their behavior as lazy and shiftless. He found them grossly unintelligent, uncouth, quick to violence, and often reiterated that he'd rather live among Turks than blacks (a strong statement indeed coming from a Maltese). He never once felt the need to qualify these statements with any mealy-mouthed platitudes about "not all of them are bad," or "some of my best friends are black." In fact, he made many of these complaints directly to the Trinidadian friend! Did the latter excoriate my grandfather for his "racism?" Not at all! On the contrary, he tended to agree with him!
No, it fell to my grandfather's college-educated, holier-than-thou Boomer children to level that charge at him - along with that of being an "αnтι-ѕємιтє."
Funny - I don't recall any of them having any black friends. Odd that the only ones in the family who did were the "racists" like my grandfather and me. Funny that.
St. Martin de Porres, ora pro nobis.