I finally heard a white person say nigger. I say finally because as a Black person, it's one of those things that you know is going to happen, but you're always a little thrown off when it does. But surprisingly, I guess, I wasn't angry or really all that upset. I'm kind of ambivalent about the whole thing.Here's what happened:
I'm wrapping up dinner and it's me and boy left at the table. There's a loud group of white folk –some with British accents, I think. About 12 of them. The wine and sangria are flowing. They've been there for about an hour so they are feeling good. And then I hear it.
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