So, I'm taking a walk home from a costume party this past weekend. Me and my buddies went as the Village People. I was the cop. On my way back home I hear two men talking on the other side of the bushes. Being the nosey bastard I am, I kneel down behind the bushes to listen. Apparently, I have walked up on a pretty heated political debate. See, this guy in the neighborhood has the old GA state flag hanging on his porch. This is not uncommon in good old Turner County. A fellow from up north just happened to be riding by and noticed the flag. The homeowner was in the yard, so the passerby decided to stop and discuss a few things with the homeowner. At least that's what I gathered from the part of the conversation I heard.
This is where I picked up. The passerby was asking the homeowner if he had a problem with black people. The homeowner said no and wanted to know why he asked. Of course this is where the flag issue came up. The homeowner told the passerby that he had the flag up before GA changed the flag and since Gov. Roy Barnes didn't let the people vote on it, he still recognized it as his state flag. The passerby then asked if the homeowner supported Barrack Obama for president. The homeowner said, "You mean Hussein Obama?". The passerby said, "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You small town southerners fly your rebel flags and refuse to support Obama because of his skiin color. This is what is wrong with America today."
The homeowner said that his views on the flag and Obama have nothing to do with race and that the Hussein reference was just to get a rise from the passerby. he went on to explain that he doesn't support Obama because of his political differences. The passerby said all of the was bullshit and he can't expect any better from illiterate white trash.
I had heard enough. I jumped out of the bushes and asked the passerby just who in the hell did the think he was. He came into this man's yard and started an argument over a flag. He asked if it was normal for there to be cops in the bushes down here. I laughed and explained that I was not a cop. We all got a big laugh out of the look on his face when I jumped out. He took it in stride. He actually had a good sense of humor.
We all sat down on the homeowner's porch and had a cup of hot tea that the passerby made for us. He explained the hardships that blacks still have to this day because of what that flag represented. I had never took the time to actually research the facts of the Confederacy or the Civil War. I always just relied on the opinions of my father who is an admitted racist. It was like the world just became brighter that night. My eyes were opened or the first time. We were all in tears after hearing of the suffering of blakc people throughout history. I couldn't believe that my ancestors went in to Africa and stole those people from their native land. I has always been taught that other blacks sold the members of a conquered tribe as slaves. I should have known better. No black people would ever do that to their own people. They were all peaceful people until my evil ancestors taught them violence.
On the verge of an emotional breakdown, I sobbingly asked what could I do help the cause. The passerby told me that there is one thing I can do to at least start repairing the damage my people have done to blacks in the past. We have to look to the future while never forgetting to be guilty about the past. I told him I would pay any amount of money or donate any amount of time. He told me that it wouldn't be that hard.
So the homeowner and myself will be pulling that lever for black people everywhere come Nov 4th. Please vote for Obama. Your devilish white soul depends on it.
