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rmcrobertson
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So November 22, 1963, I'm on a school bus--they bussed us back then, partly because we lived out in farm country and partly to keep us away from black kids--home early from sixth grade, where Mr. Pritts, the ex-Marine, had to chew out a kid for saying "Quick Draw McGraw got him," around 1 PM when the news came over the speaker from the principal's office.
The driver stopped to pick up a friend--they did that, back then--and he plopped himself down on one of the benches (busses, back then, had these benches parallel to the sides of the bus, up in front), looked at the driver, and said in a good strong voice, "Well, Phil, one of us finally got the son of a *****."
Looking back, it seems pretty clear that a lot of what this moron meant had to do with Kennedy's being a member of a racial minority (Irish...people worried about that, back then) and a religious minority...looking at the present election, I wonder if anything's really changed.
Racist idiocy clearly ain't confined to stupid rappers--and at least I considered what it means to have certain politics and to seem to need to grub up stories about, "them," before I wrote this.
The driver stopped to pick up a friend--they did that, back then--and he plopped himself down on one of the benches (busses, back then, had these benches parallel to the sides of the bus, up in front), looked at the driver, and said in a good strong voice, "Well, Phil, one of us finally got the son of a *****."
Looking back, it seems pretty clear that a lot of what this moron meant had to do with Kennedy's being a member of a racial minority (Irish...people worried about that, back then) and a religious minority...looking at the present election, I wonder if anything's really changed.
Racist idiocy clearly ain't confined to stupid rappers--and at least I considered what it means to have certain politics and to seem to need to grub up stories about, "them," before I wrote this.