Now Ive heard alot of ignorant things in my lifetime and Ive said some pretty fucktastic shit along the way myself…but I was still floored by the ignorance that I overheard in a small town cafe.
In this day & age…after all this country has been through, seen, lived and learned from…. there are still people this ignorant among us..raising children….teaching them to hate based on color. I can hear this conversation over & over again in my mind and it takes alot of fucking effort not to vomit…or throw something in a massive fit of “are you fucking kidding me??!?!??!” kinda madness…
“I don’t know what it is about that mix” he said
“What mix? What are you talking about?” she asked
“That mix…asian & white. They make the most stunningly beautiful babies” he said
“Oh. That mix” She said in a soft voice…her eyes following the PIT as she pranced across the room
She & her husband were my parents age, their daughter a few years younger than me. They both watched the PIT as she dashed back & forth, ran, jumped, played and giggled with the other kids. They watched her for hours…they watched the PIT & I interact and they sat there with this look of “hmmmm…..I wonder…” on their faces.
Mister waved me over to the table where his wife and another couple were sitting. I joined them.
“Hey kiddo! I haven’t seen you in ages! How are you? Still in the city?” he asked
“Yup still in the city with the little one…kickin ass & taking names as usual” I replied
“How old is your little one now?” He inquired as his eyes quickly scanned the room looking for her…
“Shes seven” I replied. “Goes by quick”
“yes it sure does” the wife chimed in
“So I assume the baby daddy is out of the picture all together” the husband asked me
{My stomach turned as the words “baby daddy” came outta this mans mouth dripping with judgement. Who the fuck did he think he was?! I didn’t get knocked up in high school by some fuckin punk underneath the bleachers for fucks sake. I got knocked up by the fuckin punk I invested 7 years of my life with. I married, divorced and terminated his rights thus making him not only my ex husband but a fuckin DNA donor. Ya see theres a difference in a baby daddy and a DNA donor. Look it up. Don’t insult me looking down your nose at me bitch. Get off your high horse and smell the shit that is reality. I may not have gotten knocked up by some random punk….but someones daughter sure did….and it was clear that he was still pissed by that.}
“Shortly after my divorce, I terminated my ex husbands parental rights.” I replied calmly, trying to keep from bitch slapping this man…”I figured if I was gonna do it all by myself we might as well make it legal. Parenting isn’t a come & go kinda thing if you ask me.” I said “all or nothing. My ex-husband got nothing”
“He doesn’t help in any way?!” He screeched
I chuckled and said “Nope. Nothing. Im officially a single parent. Theres nothing to be expected from him.”
And then it happened.
“Ya know, years ago, in the days of lynchings & shoot em up bang bangs this kinda thing wouldn’t be a problem.” He said
“What kind of problem would that be?” I inquired as I braced myself to try and NOT rip his face off when he replied “mixing”
Ah…ok good, here I was afraid it was going to be something ignorant.
holy fucking shit balls this was beyond anything I could have imagined.
By “this kinda thing” you mean MY CHILD?!
Yeah take a good look at her…is this the “problem”? “that kinda thing”?!
This wonderful little monster happens to be the greatest “thing” that could have to me…how fucking dare you….I thought to myself.
Are you fucking kidding me?! How far south did I fucking go?!
Did I go back in time? Is Marty McFly here?!
{BREATHE…1-2-3-BREATHE…1-2-3…I will not assault him I will not assault him…}
“Do you know what that son of a bitch did right after he was thru with my daughter?” he said. “He went right back out and got some other girl in trouble and doesn’t take care of that one either”
{He got some girl in trouble? Ummmm hey 1950…guess what…in the early days of the new millenium…your daughter put out. A lot. So technically in all fairness sir, you’re daughter was just as much a part of “getting in trouble” as the dude was.}
My fists were clenched so tight I could feel my fingernails digging into my palms. Is this really happening right now? And why am I not allowed to smack people when they clearly deserve it?!?!? You see …..this mans daughter and a family member of Mr Meth’s reproduced & someone *AHEM* was not pleased.
“Actually” I snapped “After the ordeal that he went through with your daughter he did in fact get another girl knockered..no doubt about that…in fact, when I visit the family the child is there. His son LIVES with him…his son is being raised by him & his family, cared for, loved, looked after and provided for every fucking day. The child speaks better Lao than English because the primary care is given by his Lao father. The same way that what would have been your granddaughter sir, would have been loved and cared for if you hadn’t insisted that she be given to a complete stranger simply because she was “mixed”. Riddle me this….if a white boy from the farm had gotten your daughter knocked up would you still have forced them into adoption?” I replied. “Would you still be looking at my daughter wondering if that’s what your granddaughter would have looked like, been about the same age, do you look at me with my daughter and see the love that I have for her? The strength I draw from her? Do you see my eyes full of love when I look at my daughter and wonder if you’ve ripped that kind of love away from your daughter?” I asked “My ex-husband was a lot of things, none of which I was amused by in the end, but regardless…..he was a fuck because he was a meth addict. Not because he was asian.” I said with teeth clenched. “Like it or not old man it takes two to tango. You’re daughter….tango’d with Asians”
If looks could kill, everyone at that table would have been dead.
{Whatsa matter ol timer….dont like what I have to say? Shucks. How bout this….you keep your ignorance to yourself and Ill keep my colorful opinions out of your face}
I can only imagine the wonderful things that were said about me after I left the table.
I could almost care too but I don’t.
Is this the kind of nonsense that is still going on in peoples minds?!
Well then to fucking bad…you deserve a good ass chewing.
let’s face it…I don’t know shit about relationships
so…step up your game before approaching my friends) they look at me like “yeah yeah…says SINGLE you” and with that look I’ll generally bite my tounge and continue to bash their boyfriends in my mind.
