I have a German last name, my lineage is primarily Irish, and my skin tone can best be described as “one shade shy of freshly fallen snow.” I’m basically saying I’m very, very white.
I’m on a trip up to New York to meet up with an online friend group that’s mostly from the area. We spend all morning sightseeing and getting to know each other personally rather than online handles and what we let out over the Internet. We’re all various levels of gregarious and loud, but one girl’s a bit quieter and more withdrawn. No issue, right? Lots of folks are shyer in real life than online.
The truth comes out when we’re sitting around at lunch in a little deli. Someone sneezes, I say, “Gesundheit,” and all of a sudden, the quiet girl SLAMS her hands on the table and yells at the top of her lungs.
Friend #1: “I DON’T NEED ANY MORE OF THAT HOLOCAUST S*** AROUND ME!”
The background volume at this little deli goes from “normal Manhattan place at lunchtime” to dead silence. For the record, it’s not like she is sitting down with the Aryan Nation; she’s the only Black girl of the group, and there are four white people, but there are also two Latinos and one mixed Asian/Pacific Islander.
Me: “Uh… Chill. It’s German, but it’s not—”
Friend #1: “Nah, nah, nah, you been pushing that Nazi crap all day, singing that Nazi garbage earlier and marching around!”
Friend #2: “What are you talking about?!”
Friend #3: “You know not every German’s a Nazi, right?!”
Friend #1: “Oh, please. If this were the 1930s, he’d be marching me into the camps himself!”
Me: “No, you idiot, I’d have already been in them if I had lived that long!”
She opens her mouth to say more, but I put my hand up to stop her and then start counting out fingers.
Me: “Same-sex relationship. Atheist. Leftist. Protester against fascist government overreach. Religious freedom advocate. Gender equality advocate. What part of anything past ‘my great-great-grandfather left Germany before World War I even started’ ties me to anything involving Nazis?”
[Friend #1] just glares silently.
Me: “Please, oh, please do not tell me you’re one of those ‘all white people are actually racists’ folks?”
Friend #1: “No…”
Me: “Then what?”
She continued to glare at me for a few moments and then excused herself to the bathroom. I stepped outside to get some air and cool down, both literally and metaphorically. She got back before I did, took her stuff, and went home early. The mood was a bit soured but we eventually enjoyed the rest of the day.
Later that week, I got a half-hearted “my mom made me write this” type apology, which I accepted just to try to get things civil. But she barely spoke in the group chats anymore and eventually left; folks that were still friends with her said she “wasn’t comfortable” anymore.
For the record, the “Nazi songs” were from a couple of German metal bands, one of which was nearly banned — among other reasons — because their use of anti-Nazi imagery was a little TOO extreme!