fuzzygobo
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My dad used to be one of those people with such blind hatred. He would drop the N-bomb on black people right to their face and not think twice about it. This always bothered me about him.
Way back when I was five, I heard him use that word a lot, but I had no idea what it meant. So I asked Mom:
"Mommy, what's a ******?"
"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT WORD FROM??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Daddy!"
That night they had the mother of all domestic spats. But I wasn't any closer to knowing what an N-bomb was.
Growing up, I had Sesame Street so ingrained in me, seeing people of all races colors and creeds living together, if not in perfect harmony, at least reasonably so. So I was led to believe the real world would/should be like that.
When I was old enough to understand what an N-bomb was, after I already had several close black friends in school, I was mortified at my dad's bigotry. Even though they say "the apple does not fall far from the tree", there were three things I vowed I would never follow in my dad's footsteps:
1. I was never going to become an alcoholic like him.
2. When I get married, I'm never going to hit my wife (sometimes I'm afraid of her hitting ME!).
3. I'm not going to be a racist if I have anything to say about it.
Wanna end racism? It starts with me. And you. And you. And you over there. And whoever else reads this post. Opening up your heart and realizing we're more the same than we can ever be different.
Is it hard not being a racist? It doesn't have to be.
Way back when I was five, I heard him use that word a lot, but I had no idea what it meant. So I asked Mom:
"Mommy, what's a ******?"
"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT WORD FROM??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Daddy!"
That night they had the mother of all domestic spats. But I wasn't any closer to knowing what an N-bomb was.
Growing up, I had Sesame Street so ingrained in me, seeing people of all races colors and creeds living together, if not in perfect harmony, at least reasonably so. So I was led to believe the real world would/should be like that.
When I was old enough to understand what an N-bomb was, after I already had several close black friends in school, I was mortified at my dad's bigotry. Even though they say "the apple does not fall far from the tree", there were three things I vowed I would never follow in my dad's footsteps:
1. I was never going to become an alcoholic like him.
2. When I get married, I'm never going to hit my wife (sometimes I'm afraid of her hitting ME!).
3. I'm not going to be a racist if I have anything to say about it.
Wanna end racism? It starts with me. And you. And you. And you over there. And whoever else reads this post. Opening up your heart and realizing we're more the same than we can ever be different.
Is it hard not being a racist? It doesn't have to be.