Now and then, white people I’m talking to will make some mild remarks about some nonwhite group, and they always preface it with something like, “This might sound bad, but…” or the perennial favorite, “I don’t mean to sound racist, but….”
I’ve always quickly reassured them. Before I became a race realist, it was because I knew that nice people like the ones I associate with couldn’t possibly be racist, so everything they say should be interpreted in the most charitable light possible.
Also, most conservatives are tired of the ridiculous oversensitivity of the modern world, where a silly joke can get you accused of condoning wife-beating or equally ridiculous things. So I always figured that anyone who knew I was a conservative would know I wouldn’t go nuts over hearing an acknowledgment that, say, brown people commit crimes.
Nowadays I feel ironic amusement when someone talking to me recites the ritual “Not to be prejudiced but….” I can’t tell them that the last thing they need to worry about is that I might disapprove of them making a remark about race.