“It sounds pretty obvious to me,” said Donald Tibbs, a Drexel University law professor
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But it doesn’t to a lot of other people. Back in the mid 1980’s, I was having a super special diner out at a Benihana restaurant. It was roughly a 45 minute drive into a major city. It was a big night on the town. So, we’re sitting at a tepanaki table with a black cardiologist from the Cleveland Clinic, and my brother-in-law just happened to be a very highly respected cardiologist in the area. My husband and I were having a wonderful dinner and conversation at the table. A black waiter leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I heard you call me a nigger. I’m going to get you.” I was absolutely devastated and wanted to leave immediately. There was no way to defend myself from the accusation. He might as well as physically beaten me up. That word has never been part of my vocabulary. I guess if you want to hear something, you will. Is this a good point to segue into “Paul is dead?”
“a Benihana restaurant.”
On Chagrin Blvd.?
I would be careful where you eat out these days. Remember Jessie Jackson brags about spitting in whites food.