Oh well.
Casual racism. :shrug:
That's what Christmas family get-togethers are for.
It wasn't at Christmas, and the only people present were my mother, me, and the person she either talked about, or whom she offended.
One of the people I worked with in the theatre was a man from India - he was perfectly comfortable either being on stage or working on one of the backstage crews. We both worked backstage the first year I joined. So it turned out one night that my mother and I were leaving a restaurant just as this guy and his wife were walking in (she's white, btw). He greeted me by name, asked all the usual pleasantries people exchange, and both of us continued on.
Outside, my mother asked, "Do you
know him?"... in the disapproving tone of voice of "how do you know somebody like
that?". I told her about the theatre - I was on the properties crew, and he was on the set-building crew (the show we were doing that spring was "Kiss Me, Kate").
Many years later we were in her car, and she said she had to stop and get gas. We pulled into the nearest place, and the first words out of her mouth to the kid at the pumps were, "Is this gas station owned by white people?"
The kid at the pumps was maybe 18 years old (white), and absolutely shocked. I was never so ashamed to be seen with anyone as I was at that moment. And if we hadn't been across town - and too far from a bus stop - I would gotten out right then and there and made my own way home. Practicality won out that day, but I've never forgiven nor forgotten that incident.
My mother just had this prejudice against anyone from India, Pakistan, or anywhere else around there. She didn't like it that I had lunch occasionally at a downtown restaurant run by a Pakistani family (the food was good and affordable, the restaurant was quiet and relaxing, so why not?).
She also had a streak of paranoia that anyone speaking a foreign language around her was automatically talking about her, but that's a whole other thing.