Or…why can’t I try the pork rinds?
Yesterday I attended the New School Expo at Soldier Field, basically an information gathering opportunity where parents and students can go to learn more about the specific Charter schools in the Chicago Public School system. As one might expect, it was a racially “diverse” group, if by “diverse” you mean 98% black, as CPS does.
On our way in, we registered and were given the requiste swag-bag, with map, a bottle of water and a snack. We see volunteers loading pork rinds into the bright yellow bags. My girlfriend and I giggle quietly to each other at the choice of snack food. I admit I’ve never tried pork rinds, but I’m game. My friend says she has and they’re disgusting. My son tries to die of embarrassment at being seen with us and fails.
About an hour later, after having the same conversation at two dozen tables, “Oh…you live on the North Side? Yeah…we’re pretty far…south…” (Which, again, seems to be code for “We’re racially “diverse”, meaning 98% black, and your son’s gleaming white ass could be seen from space, biotch. Move to Evanston, already!”), I see a man munching some granola. Mmm…I think…snack foods. “Hey, what the heck, let me try those pork rinds, kid.”
And my kid pulls a bag of *granola *out of the bag we got at registration.
Wait, what? Where are the pork rinds?
I look back at the guy with the granola. White. I look at the kids eating pork rinds at that table over there. Black. That woman feeding her toddler some granola? White. That guy snacking on pork rinds? Black.
Yes. They were handing out two differently packed bags at registration. Pork rinds to the black families and granola to the white.
I can’t figure out whether to laugh or cry.