This lapse in posting must happen to all...some of my favorite bloggers are sadly sporadic, and now I am among them. Every time I had the urge it was still all about death of some kind, and I began to sound obsessed. In the future, I may just have to surrender to sounding that way.
Today, however, marks yet another low for the south, as racism is alive and well among at least two residents of Albany, GA. This story will reflect badly on me, as I was not quick-witted enough to figure out an appropriate (as in will I get fired for this) retort, and ashamedly let the man's words go unchallenged with anything more than a stricken facial expression. They were camping, and wanted to travel a long bike trail the next day. I was happily chatting, answering many questions, providing directions & maps. They had a sweet small dog with white fluffy fur, so I asked what they did with him while biking. "Oh, he comes along with us," the man replied. "We have one of those little trailers people use for children, and he loves it."
Though I always found that debatable, the dog looked well cared for, and they even assured me that they kept a leash fastened in case a squirrel caught his eye. They were about to drive on, and the man offered even more reassurance: "Yeah, he just sits back there in the sun like a big nigger."
I don't have to explain the impact of this statement, do I? I had about 10 seconds to think of a reply that, as I mentioned above, would not get me fired, and I could not. I do believe I just stared and took a step back into the safety of the ranger station. They both thanked me profusely, rolled up windows and went with the wind before I could quote Rhett Butler or Elvis or Stokely Carmichael. I wasn't concerned about speaking my mind (I seldom am) but this required a minute or two of diplomatic finger-wagging, and my time was up.
Crap, ya'll. Hey, I'm not dense enough to believe that racism is not a major, major, major problem in this country---what disturbed me was their assumption that our mutual whiteness meant I would share their bigotry. And my inability to challenge them just re-enforced that belief.
I flashed on the prior week, every day hot & sunny, watching a crew of black men working to widen a county road. They endured the dust, dirt and diesel for hours and hours, looking way too much like a 1950s prison road gang, despite the trucks that said otherwise. When I was close enough to hear or speak, they talked mostly with each other---the young ones about dates later in the evening, the older ones about the great food they brought for lunch---but without exception, they were polite, professional and kind to each other and to me.
'nuff said.