Sometimes I forget how racist my parents are (part 2)

And then I hear my mom say “‘Yes I does.’ What the hell is that? She sounds like she belongs on a cotton field. It’s ‘Yes I do.’ Have some pride in yourself and get it right.” in response to something a woman said on Judge Judy. 

Not even beginning to get into the fact my mom grew up in a primarily black neighborhood and speaks exactly like the woman she was insulting more often than not, I’m starting to lose what energy I had to try and combat these types of statements. Everytime I do, she pulls out my “uncle” Robert as a shield, as well as the same old tired arguments. “We’re so good friends with Robert, you call him UNCLE. We can’t possible be racist!! We’ve had tons of black friends. They all agree with us! You haven’t seen enough of the world. You don’t know what people are really like. You’ll find out we’re right when you’re our age!” and etc. 

“We’re old, thus we know better and our racism is justified” does not fucking fly. I’m out of ideas as to how to make them see that.