Nazi VS Pinko

Nobody Rants on a Sunday

Last Saturday, there were not many people at my local pool. There I was, doing my water exercises when a young father jumped in with his 11- month old baby girl. She was as happy as a little chirping bird, as her father proudly claimed to me that he’d have her swimming by the time she was one…just wait. As she sucked on her daddy’s fingers and made baby noises, he continued to tell me about his life…the mother of the child, whom he never married and he was separated from, even though he had helped raised her other child by another man…a young boy, was not there. But, he was happy to have his little girl, and his bulldog, and his job as a construction worker. All the time he was talking to me, a nine-year old black child was swimming around us both, smiling as if there wasn’t a prejudice bone in his body. I wondered where his parents were, and then decided all he wanted was somebody to watch him do all his new “tricks” and so I became his substitute  parent in the pool.

As the morning went on, the young man told me he had ADD. He had been on all kinds of medication for it, and basically said, it was all speed, and it worked, because he just has TOO much energy.

Now, I don’t happen to think ‘energy’ is any kind of a problem whatsoever. But this man had been convinced though-out his lifetime that his ADD was some sort of mental disorder.

I couldn’t talk him out of that view, even though I tried. I’m just no good at talking anyone out of their view, and I wonder, am I alone in this?

For instance, the next day, I visited an old high school buddy, and while we were outside, and I was helping her clean her pool, I asked her if there had been many riots in St. Louis, because she works for the crime lab, and she would know.

“Oh yes!” she said. Evidently, there had been beatings and other things, and then she said,

‘”I don’t blame them.”

“Gee, I think even YOU would shoot somebody if they were pounding your head into the concrete.” I said. I might add, this lady just bought three guns. I…have not.

Obviously…no, she would not have shot him.

My thoughts in my head were— nothing gives the right for any people to go around beating up other people…but I didn’t say it. I dropped the subject. Whatever views she has about Trayvon Martin have been formed from the local News stations she listened to and her own mind. And on one of those local News stations, I heard a black man say to the very experienced white woman reporter that Trayvon Martin was killed in cold blood. The white anchor woman,  agreed.

Zimmerman was a cold blooded killer. They play the “white guilt” card, and the white liberal feels good about him or herself for nodding and agreeing that all white people are basically raciest.

Why did I say nothing to my friend? The truth is…I don’t want to upset her. And HER anger is real.

I would never change her mind in a million years, and she would never change mine. And the country has come to that it seems.  It’s not just a black and white issue, it’s much deeper. The country is falling apart and each sides blames the other.

Conservatives, who have always been the norm in this country, now find themselves wondering what happened?  

But, back to the pool. After an hour of great conversation and watching a loving father bond with his baby girl, the man turned to the black kid and said: “I have to go change her, and we can get ready to go…”

The black kid nodded. He had come with the white man to the pool and his baby.

I had let him borrow  my mask…

“Okay, I  have to go too” I said. “If I’m here tomorrow, I’ll let you borrow it again.” He was a cute kid.

And the two racist white people got out of the pool.

July 21, 2013 - Posted by Joyanna Adams | politics | politics