A few weeks ago I met a very nice woman and her husband and have been e-mailing and talking with her on the phone ever since. This past Saturday I joined them at a naturist park that they had visited the week before and highly recommended. I'm perfectly happy with the River where I go but wanted to see my new friends again and just check the place out.
The last time I saw them I noticed a small Confederate flag on the bumper of their truck and when I mentioned this to a friend he pointed out that some people don't even think of this as a racist symbol but as a way of saying that you're proud of being from the South. (Um, OK.....I found out later that he was a Bush supporter. I've really got to be more careful about the company I keep.)
As I was telling my daughter where I would be for the weekend I explained to her that the woman had been very nice and we seemed to have a lot in common but I was afraid they might be a bit red-neck. I felt that this was an opportunity for me to broaden the way I look at people and I definitely don't want to be guilty of judging people by appearances.
When I arrived at the park it was marked on the road with an American flag. Nothing wrong with a flag, right? (get a clue, Sharon)
I was greeted warmly by everyone there and worked very hard to join in on their conversations even though the only thing we seemed to have in common was that we were all nude. (don't be a snob, Sharon)
I swallowed hard at the first swipe at Obama and didn't say anything. (if you say anything right now you'll throw a wet blanket over the whole afternoon and you're way outnumbered...) (I know, I know! spineless wimp)
But then in the late afternon, IT happened. The racist joke!!! As we stood in the pool the husband let out with a "nigger" joke and a loud-mouthed woman on the deck joined in the laughter and added to the god-damned, stupid, idiotic, racist, self-righteous vomit.
I exited the pool, informed them that I had decided to head back into town to visit some clubs, showered, got in my car and didn't stop until I reached Ragtime about two hours later. As I got out of the car I could feel the ocean breeze washing over my body and trying to soothe and cleanse my mind.
Some of you know that my grandson is a mixed race child and he is the love of my life. I've never been a person who sees color when I look at a face and some of my best friends are and have always been darker skinned than I so I thought I was pretty liberal until Jacob was born. Now when I hear a racist comment they're talking about my grandson! It cuts my heart in two! It slaps me across the face and I want to strike out and hit back but what good would it do?
What good does it do?
No, I haven't told them yet why I left because I want to be careful what I say. I would like to be constructive and instructive instead of just fueling their flames of racism. I'll send her an e-mail when I calm down a bit but still I wonder...
What good will it do?