My 14-month-old niece is visiting Grandma (my mother) for a week. I went to see her yesterday. She’s just starting to talk.
While I was there, my dad twice tried to engage me in conversation about the local ignorant wetback children who don’t know who their fathers are and whose mothers have double-digit IQs. I didn’t bite – I merely ignored him, and I think that made me madder than the fact that he was talking that way.
My dad has never had any sensitivity toward the feelings of other people. When I was growing up in that house, he was basically a guy who also lived in the house (yes, he is my biological father) and had bitch privileges toward me and my sister. That was pretty much the extent of his interaction with us. A little knee-bouncing when we were babies, but that’s about it.
He cannot use a neutral term when there’s an offensive slang word available. And he never misses a chance to say something offensive. My mom brought me a nice ceramic wall hanging that they bought in Mexico while traveling. When she gave it to me, my dad’s comment was, “We got it off a dead Mexican (haw haw haw).” My reply was, “Nice, Dad. Very racist.” It went in one ear and out the other. Apparently he hasn’t made the connection between my multicultural friends, hobbies, and clothing and the fact that I don’t participate in or respond to his racist spewings. He also uses “damn,” “shit,” and colleagues as colorful modifiers with no thought to the appropriateness of where he is saying them. At Grandma’s birthday party, for example, or in front of a child who is learning to talk.
Were this my child, I would have no qualms about telling him to can the bigoted potty mouth around her. But there’s already a goofy enough family dynamic at work (which I won’t go into here) that precludes my making a scene about it. I don’t see him changing his ways. My mother says nothing (part of the dynamic). And my sister, the niece’s mother, takes after Dad. (Example: At lunch with my mom, sister, and niece, I mentioned that Mr. S and I ate at an African restaurant the other day. My mother, afraid of anything different, says eww ick and wonders aloud what Africans eat. My sister laughs and says, “If Dad were here, he’s probably say ‘watermelon.’” Nice. Use Dad as an excuse for spouting that crap. With your daughter in a highchair next to you. She also enjoys baiting the mostly non-English-speaking Mexican kitchen workers where she works.)
I can’t do anything about my dad or my sister exposing my niece to this crap. The best I can do is hope to develop a good enough relationship with her (tricky, because it’s dicey between my sister and me – more that I won’t go into)to become Cool Auntie Scarlett and try to undo the damage her parents and grandfather will inflict. :mad:
I don’t even try for rants worth scoring – just wanted to get it off my chest. Mr. S has heard it too many times. Opinions and related anecdotes welcome.