I called a friend who is a believer...

[rexbeccarox]

Reminds me of when i asked my cousin if i could bring a friend over for a pool day, they have known each other for a while since they have been chatting from time to time online.Unfortunately her mood turned sour when he showed up, she didn't know he was black and completely broke of communication afterwards.

Bummer. That must have been horrible for your friend, and embarrassing for you. I'm so sorry. It makes me think of when I was in the ninth grade, and Jackie Hill asked me to homecoming, which was happening in about a month. Holy fuck, did I have a crush on Jackie Hill, and I was crazy excited! I set to making a dress, bought some shoes, told my mom, who was almost as excited as I was, and then I went to my dad's, an hour away, for the regular weekend custody arrangement. I was still excited when I got there, and I told my stepmom what a cutie Jackie Hill was and how enthralled I felt, and she asked to see his yearbook photo from the year before.

A couple of hours later, I found myself sitting on the Living Room couch (the living room, not the family room, mind; this was some serious shit), with my dad and stepmom looming over me telling me I wouldn't get a pass from visiting them for homecoming weekend. I sat there, staring at them, going "WTF??"

That's when my dad said, and I'll never forget the exact phrase, "nice girls stick with their own".

I still went to homecoming with Jackie Hill because my mom put her foot down (rather, refused to meet my dad at the halfway point homecoming Friday), and it didn't occur to me until a few years later that "their own" meant white dudes. Turned out Jackie Hill was black, which had never even crossed my mind until the moment it dawned on me what my dad's objection actually was.

I guess I can say one thing about my dad and stepmom: their racism wasn't overt enough for me to grasp any surrounding concepts until I was fourteen and it was close enough that I was interested in a black dude. Ick.