I have to be honest, if this hadn't happened at Ibrox I wouldn't ever have paused to think about this, but that probably says something about me.
Spent yesterday having a good think about this and realised that I have to do a bit of growing up. I would never have thought myself a racist. I imagine racists as having skinheads and 14 eye doc martins screaming zieg heil. However on reflection it's the wee things that I think I am guilty of. An easy attempt at humour, unconscious bias, etc. I have never done or said anything with the intent to hurt someone; I've just said things without pause for thought about how it will affect others. It's racism. Not intentionally, but racism.
This sorry mess has highlighted my own ignorance. The sight of the Rangers players on Thursday night made me really consider what it must be like not to be a white man, something Ive had the chance over 30years as an adult to do, but only started yesterday
Im pretty ashamed of myself
I had a moment like that around 20 years ago. Not about race, about sexuality.
When I was growing up in the 80s, I was basically taught that the worst things you could be were 'a darkie', 'a poof' or 'a catholic' (admin, I've intentionally not censored this, but happy to do so if you feel it is necessary). Being a wee guy, I remember thinking it was the peak of humour to sing 'he's gay, he's bent, his arse is up for rent', and this carried on as I grew up - generally making jokes about 'poofs' and 'up the arse' stuff.
Went to uni, had a group of mates who we all had a right good laugh, out on the piss etc. Til one night one of the guys didn't show up. Then we didn't see or hear from him for a couple of weeks. Mobiles were brand new at the time so we didn't all have one (he didn't) and nobody really knew where he lived, beyond the town but he had a very common name so couldn't just look up a phone book.
Anyway, a bit more time passes and we get concerned so report it to the uni, giving our phone numbers etc if they were able to update us. Don't hear anything then months later, he just shows up again and says he hadn't been well.
A few weeks pass, and I remember this bit so vividly it's like it was yesterday. We were sitting in a particular spot in Strathclyde students Union (the same spot where we watched the game v Bayern where Mols career was basically ended) waiting for the rest of the lads to come and join between classes and he says to me 'I tried to kill myself'.
After the initial 'fućk off, dont take the piss' etc, he then proceeds to tell me how the night he was supposed to meet us, he'd gone to Delmonica's for a drink first, then left there to come meet us and got a kicking for 'coming out of a poof pub'. He was on his own, and was now putting it down to bad luck. I was in shock. First of all, we had no idea he was gay. He was always right involved with the 'banter' but that night had said he felt so alone because of the banter and that he had thought we would ditch him as a mate if he told us he was gay that he just went home and tried to hang himself. He'd been admitted to hospital for a while after that which is why he hadn't been about.
And that was the moment that I truly realised that it doesn't matter a single fućk what your colour, sexuality, religion etc is. It doesn't affect anyone else, but what you say about someone else's colour, sexuality, religion etc can have an affect on them. Just don't be a dick.