Sitting at the bar last night, chatting with the great-grandson of Emma May, he said:
"Atlanta is 50% white and 50% black. Of those blacks, they are 50% good and 50% bad."
Hmmm. I took out a photo of two young men, who are black, and said,
"These are my nephews."
I must say that it was with pleasure that I saw him squirm.
I guess, if my nephews lived here, they'd be among the 50% of blacks who are good.
The South is still The South, and racism is still racism.
Sure glad I can call Seattle my home.