I’m hesitant to post this but for whatever it’s worth… I have arrived at my post office at the same time as this redneck looking white male about 50yr. The first time I remember seeing him was when he was riding a bicycle that had the shock forks recalled for being unsafe. I mentioned that he might check with a bike shop to make sure his forks were not recalled. It was probably not worth my effort because the bike was a cheapo.
Anyway, as we were both inside checking our boxes he began talking to himself. The way he did it was like talking to a third person that wasn’t there. He garbled much of what he said but he did want me to understand he didn’t like niggars and that they were the evil of the world. I just kind of ignored him as being a stupid redneck asshole. I guess he also felt it necessary to not talk directly to me for some reason but that is probably a good strategy for someone not knowing if the person they’re talking to is “packing heat.”
So, I just returned from the post office and he was there again today. I almost laughed out loud when he slyly pulled the door closed behind him so that I would have to open the door from being totally closed. Then he’s in the po boxes area mumbling to his invisible friend about how things would be better without, you know, niggars. He got into his open top Jeep and still mumbling. Of course, I left and went back to the studio.
I really feel sorry for a white racist living in S. Florida. This part of the U.S. is SO brown, and dark brown (and white) that everytime that guy opens his eyes he must feel his gut tighten into knots. Sad thing is at his age, he’ll probably die with his hate. So be it…