Sep 29, 2004 10:30
I met my first ever African-American republican today at work. Young too, like 23. I told him that this particular admission felt like a punch in the face with a frozen glove. "Damn!" Jeremy chimed in. First off, I told him that I didn't want to talk about politics at all, because I was at work and I have a tendency to get loud when talking politics. Jeremy chimed in, "Yeah, man, she can get pretty passionate."
I asked whether it bothered him that the Bush administration has made examples of and disenfranchised HIM as a black male. "And me too," Jeremy chimed in. And me as a black female, along with every other American minority. And he flat out ignored me. Even after I repeated myself. Which goes to show exactly how little he WANTS to know. He ruined my day.
And now for something completely off topic...
"Can we please talk like normal people?" Jeremy had said when I hurried through Drums, stressed about something I needed to do for some chick in a hurry. He was referring to the night he and I made out like bandits, in so many words. "That's why, you know, I don't want things to be weird at work."
I burst his bubble right away when I told him that I wasn't being weird and that my vagueness had nothing to do with him and everything to do with ths chick in Music Counter who was getting on my damn nerves.
I don't get it. When someone says, "Well, we work together and I don't want to complicate matters." That's one thing. But when you say that after the fact (or in our case, after SEVERAL facts), it's just a little naive.
AM I WRONG? Why am I even asking, because no I'm not wrong.