Didn’t this stop simply from inter-ethnic marriages and a natural progression towards peaceful living? It’s also highly unlikely that children of the same race going to school and socializing with one another would have such rivalries considering they cannot differentiate each other based on looks and speak the same language, English. In some cases you can put Polish, Scandinavian, German, and even some Italian kids in the same class and even someone someone with trained eyes cannot tell such differences.
And as generations went by, white Americans lost connections with their ethnicities and dropped their relatives’ languages. Sure, they might like some festivities of their ethnicities, but some of have never even visited their ancestors’ countries and don’t speak their languages.
But what they cannot drop are their genes, their race. And the same goes for me.
I think neither, though if preserving one’s race or ethnicity is important to people, then it’s important. That’s how I consider importance. If something is important to you, for rational, pragmatic, or even irrational reasons, it’s important.
Most people in this world do not give a damn about a 600 pound deadlift, yet there was a mega thread on here long ago about the attainability of a 600 pound deadlift. Obviously some people consider that important while others don’t know what the heck a deadlift is!
For a relevant example, Chasidic and Orthodox Jews consider their Jewishness so important that they will “sit shivah” (mourn) over offspring who marry non-Jews. Obviously, the conservation of their kind is important. And no one can undo this importance to them.
Though most whites in the 90’s didn’t care about their various ethnic roots in my area, my experience was that the Greek population I grew up with were the most exclusive and for the most part did not romantically mix with others. Their Greekness was important, obviously. My first crush in high school was Greek. We were classmates from twelve to seventeen years old. When I got the courage to tell her about how I felt about her, aside from informing me I was solely a friend, she said, “And you’re not Greek.”
I accepted all this. If others don’t consider such matters important, I accept that too.