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You Don’t Owe Jack, But Love!

February 18, 2021 • 0

Trading My Religion for a Cross and a Commandment

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With Our Last Words…

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Day 81 of 365 (I almost forgot)

Earlier today, I called some good old blatant Virginia racists for work and it was somewhat refreshing because there wasn’t any guesswork like there is with folks who don’t want to seem racist, but are doing racist stuff. It’s been a long time since I encountered one of these OG racists. It brought back memories of the kinds of racists I grew up with. Like the guy who called me and my brother nappy headed Ns trying to be cool in front of his girlfriend not knowing that the Rico Suave looking man behind us with the open collar shirt and gold chains was our dad because we didn’t look like him. Then when my dad went off on him and made him apologize all he could say was, “I didn’t know they were your kids.” Or the woman who came to my job with a “Happy N-word Day” shirt on when I lived in Mississippi. Good old insecure, “the only meaning in my life is I have less melanin than most of the people on earth which makes me think I’m better than others” racism. I called the wrong number and they started trying to mess with me and say some stereotype stuff that I don’t feel like getting into. Then the person said, “Sorry, I’m transparent” and hung up. Humans are a trip. I bet her life is amazing.

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