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Well, you know, Sterling - there’s always enough of me to go around!
Well, here’s a little story about a lovely lady who was my grandmother. She died a couple of years ago at thee age of 98. She was a devout Catholic woman, and she would relate to this if she was still here.
She was born in 1900. She lived in a rural part of upstate New York (Olean) until she got married and moved to NYC to be with her husband. Only then - in the mid 20’s - did she even see a black person for the first time. She certinly got used to them (and many other ethnicities) as the Jamaica, Queens neighborhood where she lived for over 40 years went from being all white to almost all black while she was there.
Despite this, she was a prejudiced person, and it saddened me when it came up. It was not an overt thing, but a sign of her generation. When my dad was mugged, it was by some people who happened to be black; when my grandma was mugged, it was by a black person. Big difference.
Anyway, to get to the point that Sterling raised, my grandma had a sweet tooth. She loved chocolate. I’m not sure what candy she wanted when she was in a store, but the nickname she knew them from when she was much younger as was “nigger babies.”
Anyway, grandma, who was in her late '80s at this point, went into a store and asked the clerk if she had any nigger babies. The clerk happened to be a black woman. The clerk went OFF on grandma. I still feel badly for her learning that lesson in such an in-your-face manner, and I know she was confused, but it’s proof that you are never too olkd to learn!
I mean, to show that her intent was nothing more than usage of a word she was familiar with (right or wrong), she asked a black clerk this! If she felt it was a bad thing to say, or a slur, she never would have done that. I can tell you, she never did it again…
So, I think there are some oldsters out there who are still from this different world, where words meant different things.
I have a tolerance for them, even if I feel sorry for them that they also have some prejudiced views and stereotypes which are also left over from those days as well.
But in a young person, I have a hard time excusing such ignorance of the times.
I don’t know how old the sheriff in the story is, but you know what? He has probably been told that “porch monkey” is a statement with racist overtones that hurts people. Must he be verbally lambasted loudly in a crowded store in order to get the point that times had changed?
Grandma, for all of her faults, learned her lesson. Seems to me that the good sheriff is not listening, or learning…
Yer pal,
Satan