I love racist old people trying to exist in modern society and not be racist.
My absolute favorite thing is when they tell a story about some nice young man who helped them at the store or something and was just the nicest thing and then, in an M. Night Shyamalan twist, he was 'colored'. Oh. My. God. You found him! You found the one nice black guy! My world is shattered.
The other thing that is amazing is how someone's race, if it isn't white, is somehow vital. "She ran off with some other man." vs. "She ran off with some black man." How the hell was that adjective important? Try other adjectives! "She ran off with some tall man." "She ran off with some six-fingered man."(Okay, that one might be vital information for some people.) It's silly.
It just betrays your entire worldview of "myself" and "them". That doesn't mean you think they should be paid less, or not allowed to marry your daughter, or not be president. But it does say if one of those things happen, you're looking at them and judging them differently. And so when, a half hour later, you say "Man, this is the first president that I just don't like," well, you kinda wonder why.
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