Well, Dock6, if I hadn't already voted you Way Above once this month, I'd do it for this post!
Very well-written and very good points! Bravo!
My husband and I were camping with my brother and his wife. In the evening, we women were sitting at the table busying ourselves with some meal
preparation task while the men stood at the barbeque with their brews, out of our normal hearing range.
As "Mary" and I talked, the subject of race came up. "I hate black people", Mary said. "They're lazy and dirty and can't keep a job to save
Being less diplomatic than chissler, I asked, "What do you mean? How can you say that"?
Mary was happy to go on... "Well, they're dangerous and I just hate them. I call them n-words. Dirty n-words! I don't care who hears me, either.
It's what I think and how I feel and I have every right to say it. My kids tell me I gotta be careful saying that in public, but I don't. I can say
whatever I like. I don't care what people think."
Now, I pride myself on being open-minded and I do my best to accept others and allow them to fully express their opinions even though I may disagree
"Well... " I replied... "Why do you feel this way? I mean... I have had different experiences with black people. What you're claiming isn't my
"Every n-word I've ever met has been lazy and worthless", Mary continued. "I don't think they should have pets because they're too lazy to take
care of them. And I just can't stand the thought of a white woman with a n-word man! It's the grossest thing I can imagine"!
I was just flabberghasted. I honestly didn't know that people like this still existed and here was a flaming racist bigot right in my own family!!!
"Well, Mary", I said, having lost all sense of decorum at this point. "I dated a black guy for a year and a half. I had a lot of sex with him, too!
And it was great! And he was really black, too, because he was from Africa."
Now it was her turn to be shocked at the picture I had so carefully placed in her mind.
She nervously got up and left the table, wiping her hands on a towel and making some food excuse to go in their camper and compose herself. When she
returned, somewhat calmed down, she sat down and said something like, "Well, I suppose I shouldn't talk to just anyone about how I feel because not
everyone understands. I can't even talk to my own kids about it without them getting all upset." (Oh, really? Wonder why...
) "I guess I'll
just save my thoughts for when I can talk to my mother about it..."
I couldn't help it. I know it was harsh, but before I could censor the words in my brain, I replied curiously, "Oh, is your mom a racist, too"?
I swear I thought her head was going to boil up and explode right off her shoulders!
She was FURIOUS that I would call her a racist!!!
What? Didn't she know?
I thought it was so funny... It seemed after everything I had just heard that it would have been obvious to her that she's a flaming racist... I
mean, was this a surprise? Because I thought she knew...
I will always remember this particular conversation because it was a wake up call for me. It let me know that these people are still out there. Where
I least expect it. In my own family!
People who willfully retain their ignorant positions in the face of all logic.