The Kids Are All Right
Around 11 PM tonight, I walked on down to the neighborhood bar for a nightcap. The moment I turned onto the sidewalk from my house, I saw a group of teens loitering about on the streetcorner between me and my destination.
As I walked toward them, a truck pulled through the intersection, and the driver yelled something at these kids. I couldn't believe I'd heard correctly.
So, I kept on walking, and the kids (all white, all in their early teens) started walking toward me.
I asked, "What did that guy just say to you?" as we met in the middle of the cross-street.
And this kid who may well have been a Hanson said, "He called me the 'n' word."
And I said, did he just call you all "nigger-wannabes"? Because that is in fact what the driver had yelled. Note that the kids were too classy to repeat the slur.
Hanson kid said, "Yeah."
I simply said, "What the hell is wrong with these people? Listen, when ignorant assholes say stupid shit like this to you, you're doing something right."
And another of the kids said, out of nowhere, "Someone understands us!"
I'm patting myself on the back right about now.