"We disagree on most everything, but I know you're not a racist."
"You're my favorite 'Kreepy Azz Kracka." You can imagine the response when he dropped that term on me in the elevator. The looks from the others not in on the joke were priceless.
“....but I know you’re not a racist.” ..”
We’ve come to the point in time where one demographic, defending their own people, heritage, culture, traditions, from being erased is called “racist”, while those of another demographic attempting the erasure (so they can replace it with their OWN people, heritage, culture, traditions) is somehow, magically, NOT “racist”.
Words only have the power you let them have.
Smile, nod, and say “Why, as a matter of fact, I am exactly the same as YOU are!”
And watch them try to figure it out.
To use an old Homer and Jethro song parody.......
when I said that
your bustle
was cute as could be
You said Homer
that’s no bustle
THAT’S ME!
Oh turn me loose
please reduce
your caboose
blubber
pound for pound you’re just too round for me!