You’ve got to like him because he is black

 

You’ve got to like him because he is black




     One of the ongoing sources of humor for us was always the bottomless stupidity of the people in America or Amerika as we called it a time or two. Greg relished heaping scorn on the crude and ignorant attitudes of his fellow citizens who never failed to supply him with material. Despite coming from two households where racist talk was not plentiful we were immersed in such unenlightenment on all sides. We grew up in a town that seemed  a polite part of the American dream but black people were not allowed to buy homes within the city limits. While the adults who were our role models were careful about coarse language sometimes a little darkness slipped out and was placed in our subconscious. While the generation that raised us was slightly progressive they would have drawn the line of race relationss way short of our educated attitudes. This was amplified by a story Greg told of waiting for a date to appear from her toilette while sitting with the father of the young lady. They were passing some small talk and the old white patriarch expressed his opinion of an African-American entertainer on the TV.  Speaking openly from his lazy-boy he expressed his distaste for the forced inclusiveness of the new generation by telling Greg "well...you've got to like him...because he is black" Greg bit his tongue and put the racist comment into his memory bank for tales told to his pinko peace queer buddies who were learning to live with the rest of the world without hating everyone who was different. 



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