Wearing Your Race on Your Sleeve
To the (white, mid-30s) lady at HEB in Westlake this morning — the one wearing the pink t-shirt that read:
I like my President like I like my coffee — Black and Strong
Yeah…you. Can I ask you a question?
Can you imagine how horribley offensive and racist it would be if I walked into the store wearing a t-shirt that read: I like my President like I like my milk — white?
I asked the young black man, Daniel, who was working behind the counter if he would be offended if I wore a shirt that said I prefer my Presidents to be white.
He said that he would be offended, as it would be a racist message.
We ended up having a great conversation about race and politics. We agreed that people should be just as embarrassed to admit they voted for Obama simply because he is black as they should be to admit they didn’t vote for him because he is black.
How about getting a bumper sticker that says “Somewhere in Kenya a village is missing their idiot”.
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