I’m never sure how vicious to be when I encounter racism and have the ability to put a stop to it. For instance, last night, during a game at my apartment, Tookie suggested someone break a bottle and use it as a weapon. The excited response from Gimpy Phil was, “Nigger knife!”
Um, what? This shit ain’t happening in my damn house.
The moment passed just quickly enough that I wasn’t sure I should go back and harp on it. I was on edge for the rest of the evening, though, ready to jump in and tell some folks to take that shit elsewhere if they said anything else like that (whether about blacks or any other race). I don’t even know half the racial slurs these guys throw around, but I know how they joke, and I can usually detect when it’s something racial.
I won’t be one of those folks so anxious to fit in and to smooth over conflict that I’ll let people run over me in that way (or many ways, really). I had a friend in high school who let that shit fly just so he could hang around the skater types.
I’ll ban a few people from my home and never play another game with ’em again if that’s what it takes. No skin off my back.
“Nigger knife.” Honestly.