Thank You For Being a Klan
Random thing of the week:
I’m walking down a poorly lit street on my way to the grocery store when I see a older White woman heading my direction about two blocks away. Now I’ve already written about how White women scare me at night, so I considered crossing the street. At that moment, a younger White lady came out of her house on the other side and I knew that crossing the street would arouse even more suspicion.
I decided to hold the course and just put on my best non-threatening face. As I neared the older lady I noticed that she had bags from Lord & Taylor and Bloomingdales…double trouble. Now I’m facing a White woman and a rich person. I wonder if White men ever have this kind of anxiety walking down the street.
So anyway, I get closer to the lady when I hear talking. She’s hitting the “modern ghetto boombox” thing where people play music through their phone’s external speakers. Instead of music, she’s playing talk radio. Just as I’m passing her and looking up to make eye contact, I hear…
“And that is why it’s more important than ever that we preserve the purity of our race. We have to remain superior to the niggers and wetbacks.”
Let the church say, WHAT THE FUCK?
This old lady, the same one that I was trying my damnedest to appear user-friendly to, is walking down a DC street listening to a Klan podcast. We make eye contact just as the word “nigger” is playing through the air and we both make a face appropriate to the moment. Mine said “what the fuck” and her’s said “oh shit.”
We both kept walking in our respective directions. Now more than ever, I’m afraid of White women at night.