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Oct 01, 2010, 10:48 AM
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Member Since: Jun 2007
Location: Chicago, Illinois
Posts: 5,518
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Originally Posted by pachyderm
Not easy to do, is it?  |
Hi Pachyderm
No, it's not easy. 
My husband became friends with a neighbor at the park while they were with their dogs. He sounded like the kind of friend my husband needed in this neighborhood, so I was happy. Everything was a perfect fit, with the exception of the man's overwhelming hatred for black people. He couldn't go one night without saying something horrible about them. 
He invited me to meet his friend, but warned me about some of the conversation. Out of respect for my husband, I was cordial - but I SOOOOOO wanted to strangle his friend at times. As the days went by, I tried to counter his disparaging remarks or gently point out the hypocrisy in his words. It grew sooooo tiresome.
One day the man came over to our house to return something he'd borrowed from my husband. We weren't home, so my son (half-black) answered the door.
We met him at the park that night and he told us he stopped by and met our son. Knowing he was from my first marriage, he asked "What is he?" When I told him he was black, I could see the wheels turning in his head - thinking about all the horrible things he had said to us about our son. 
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