Lessons From a BIG Mouth
Nobody’s Opinion
Boy, was I exicted! I met a new woman at the local adult swim who they told me wrote for a “Think Tank” It didn’t take me long to make another person who hates me, added to my list. But, for some odd reason, call it age, I can’t suffer fools anymore. I swam over, introduced myself and the conversation began. She told me her job (she worked from home ) was that she made sure that the illgals did NOT get their EBT cards cancealed. She told me the Big Beautiful Bill was causing hospitals in rural areas to close. But…she agreed that censorship was bad…and she said we should all discuss both sides of every issue. RIGHT! Exactly I thought. Most of the ladies in the pool discuss: food and restaruants…here was someone who I could talk to…besides something other than they threw up in the toilet last night FIVE TIMES! (Yeah One lady wouldn’t shut up about that) and then…

I said something very innocent to this new woman. She got her hair wet. I smiled and told her she had such pretty curly hair…she was tanned, and had a blond streak through it. There was NO way I thought she was black. BUT..her eyes narrowed…she thought I had insulted her. She said, “Yeah, my father was a black, but my mother was white: AND SHE ALSO HAD CURLY HAIR!”
Wow. What?

“I meant nothing by that comment.” I told her. “I am NOT a racist, I was giving you a compliment.” Yeah, I got mad. How the sam hill did she get that I was damning her curly hair?
“What I said is that curly hair is DNA, it’s science. A lot of blacks have curly– really curly hair. There is nothing racist about that remark.” Can you believe I said that?
Besides…I’m not sure what else I said, but here she took an innocent compliment and turned it to I had said a very racist and insulting remark.
I told her, they were trying to divide the races, the men and women, the gays and straights, and that tactic was as old as time itself. I ALSO mention that Obama WAS not BLACK. He had a white mother. When she died, he hardly even mentioned it. I did not mention mulatto since that name is offensive to every person who is using “I am black” to get special privileges…like jobs…money,— EBT cards, college educations….
“White people are ripping off the system more than illegals.” she said. A fact I could have disputed but didn’t. I’m sorry, that I did not mention that “THESE ARE ILLEGALS!” not citizens…because by that time I knew, she hated me. I swam away.
Before all this happened, she told me she wanted to lose weight. I told her how I had lost forty pounds: Stopped drinking soda, cut out all sugar, don’t eat snacks…exercise for at least 10 minutes of getting your heart rate up.
Well, she wasn’t ABOUT to give up her whiskey and Sprite. And she loved going to the clubs. Okay I thought, she’s young. (54) No man around. I understood. But…when I left the pool, I berated myself. I should have remained silent. Just let her talk. Listened, but no….I had to stick up for myself. Really, here I was giving her a compliment and she turned it on me into a personal attack. If there is one thing I am not, it’s a racist. Never have been. I thank my grandma for that. She bought me little black baby dolls to play with when I was young.
Well, the lesson here? Don’t give anybody who claims to be black a compliment, it’s like handing them a stick of dynomite–especially f you are WHITE because they think you are trying to PROVE you are not a racist and you are being a bigot.
Lesson learned. Boy, I miss Richard Pryor. I miss the old days when you could say words in affection and joke around. Those days are gone.
Anyway, my fault. Lesson learned. Next week? I will show my warm surprise and a big smile that there is a $5.00 coupon at McDonalds…And you even get a Sundae!
And I will be SURE not to compliment the black lady who takes my money at the drive-through.
Lesson learned. Take it or leave it.
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