Another thing many people do? Call me “nigger”. Happens all the time. I stack some fool and it comes right out, “Fuck you nigger!”. Happens ALL the time.

Yeah, there’s no racism anymore.

My first encounter with a black person didn’t come until I was 19. My friend’s car had a flat in a mall parking lot, and Sears auto center sent a huge young black guy out with us with a tire iron. It was freezing, and he had no coat, nor gloves to hang onto the cold tire rim. I was afraid his flesh was going to stick to the rim, so I offered him my gloves, but he declined to take them. When we were driving home, I asked my friend why the guy wouldn’t take my gloves, when he had to be suffering. My friend said, “He didn’t wanna get your white honky shit all over his hands! Would you take gloves from a n*****? I replied, “If I was changing a tire in freezing weather, yeah.”

I guess those are the two ways of looking at it.

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Because Ohio in 2004 and Florida in 2000 never happened?

Like DAS, I grew up with Jim Crow: I couldn’t invite my black friends from school to join my at our Country Club pool, and while playing in said pool had a classmate tell me that slavery was the ideal situation for Negroes because they couldn’t take care of themselves anyway, and without coming to these blessed shores how would they have ever learned about the Baby Jesus? My sister and I were both grounded by our folks for wanting to date black guys (not as a group, but particular guys we happened to be attracted to at that particular moment); and, though the student body was half black, there were only two black teachers in our school: both taught PE, and both were subject to merciless harassment by students who knew there would be no consequences (though Mr. Palmatier’s aerated wooden paddle awaited anyone who treated the white teachers with anything but military respect).

And yet it is somehow it is always the blacks who are condemned for refusing to let go of the past, when it’s generally a very specific type of white male who can’t get over his loss of über alles-ness:

And why do we live in a building that is a shlep from everything? Because when my wife decided to settle into one place (before we met) and buy (into a co-op), she was steered away from almost all of the other co-ops because the boards would reject someone of her complex, er, someone who might not “fit in” with the other residents.

This is not in an NYC suburb — this is within NYC itself (Queens, but still …)! And not that long ago.

But I guess, since NYC is a liberal, Democratic place, this just means that Democrats and liberals are the real racists or some such missing the point that, folks, racism is, alas, alive if not well.