I know I'm a little late--but only a month or so--so I thought I could maybe rush to a dead man's defense. Now to put this out there I'm a HUGE Fitzgerald fan. He's the reason I started writing.
I'm also very sensitive to racism. I could offer reasons why, but that would probably only undermine my argument; see typical: 'I'm not racist, I have black friends, etc.' Anyway, it's something that I feel very strong about.
Like the OP I picked up on some overt racism in FSF's writing, especially in his early work. And like the OP this bothered me. I can embrace a hero with flaws, but I can also forgive a lot of flaws much more easily than I can racism--even if the social norms were different for the time.
(For the record, I think Joseph Conrad's writing about race is far too ambiguous to be labeled as racist. In 'Heart of Darkness,' he certainly catered to the stereotypical, 'romantic' notions of Africa as the Dark Continent, but the white men turned out to be the savages. Read 'The Nigger of the Narcissus'--easily one of the most complicated, morally ambiguous portrayals of race in literature, progressive for that time and tell me that the man that wrote that can be labelled as racist.)
Now back to Fitzgerald, it's much more black and white (no pun intended). Some of Fitzgerald's views--regarding Jews, Blacks, certain Europeans--were blatantly racist.
From his Princeton days (The Pierian Spring and the Last Straw):
His shrewd tenderness with nature (that is, everything but the white race)...
BUT--and maybe this is just me trying to justify an old hero--I think towards the end of his life Fitzgerald undergoes a change of heart. In his unfinished novel 'The Last Tycoon' Fitzgerald reevaluates his treatment of Jewish and black characters.
But this was the story, a short poem really, that allowed me to fully embrace Fitzgerald:
http://www.nytimes.com/books/00/12/24/specials/fitzgerald-beloved.html
This was one of the last thing Fitzgerald ever wrote, and one of my favorites. Maybe an old bigot can outgrow his views; I take comfort, that in the end, Fitzgerald seems to have outgrown his.
For the record I'm 19 y/o college dropout--not sure it's relevant, but I don't want to come across as some stuffy academic type trying to defend an old relic.