Posted on 03/28/2015 7:49:11 PM PDT by Baynative
During a heated debate over an Indiana religious freedom bill, a Democratic representative took the opportunity to accuse the child of one of her colleagues of racism.
The child is an 18-month-old toddler.
I told Jud McMillin I love his son, but hes scared of me because of my color and thats horrible, Summers said, to groans.
Its true, she insisted.
She urged McMillin to introduce your child to some people of color so that he wont live his life as a prejudiced person.
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I can tell you that if he reacted the same way he reacts with anybody brand new, he buries his head in his dads shoulder. Whoever it is, its what he does.”
How nutty. 18 months old are famous for that
Smart kid.
She does have a hammer.
And uses it on her face.
This woman seriously needs to visit a good corsetry shop. She looks like a perfect frump. Maybe the kid was afraid he’d smother in her boobulous embrace.
Young kids and dogs are usually a good judge of people.
My Golden girl, who loved almost everyone, did not like the scum bag my sister married (and divorced) or his son. That was good enough for me and confirmed my first impression of both of them.
The Stupid....It Burns.
What kind of people elected this person?
If you have racism on the brain, you will see it everywhere, and in everybody.
People even dumber than she is?
I’ll be less prudent. That ugly, fat person that shouts attitude with her face would scare the hell out of me. She is a monster compared to me. I only weigh 200 lbs.
And. I’m fearless.
I would’ve told her to go straight to hell.....but....that’s why I’m not a politician.
Ugly.
Stick.
It was used. Yes, indeedy.
Maybe it was because she is giant?
The mother should have explained that her child is afraid of fat, ugly white people too. :=)
That woman would scare Vincent Price.
No. That’s not racism. These poor people don’t know what it is.
Here’s racism, and I’m both ashamed and relieved by it.
When I was about 4, we lived on a farm on the outskirts of Muskogee, OK. There were several black families nearby, also farmers. We lived on a lane about 200 yards long, off Shawnee Rd. My brother and I used to be allowed to go down the lane to the mailbox every day.
One day, my uncle, a young 18-yr old whippersnapper good-ole-boy, was staying the night with us. He made mention of the ni——s living down at the end of our lane.
Next day, when my brother and I walked to the mailbox, I saw a big woman and probably her son butchering a great big hog. I stopped walking and yelled out to them pointing inquisitively, “Are YOU the n——r, or are YOU the n——r?” The dear lady asked me over and over again to repeat myself, saying she didn’t understand me, and that I needed to “speak more plain”.
To this day I am ashamed of that, and relieved that I didn’t get a big old ass-whoopin from that lady.
But what is called racism in this case is a far cry from the racism that existed in 1950 Oklahoma. The just need to get over it and move on at this point.
I feel so sorry for these race industry baiters.
And she has those Saul Alinsky glasses goin’ on.
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