at the request of the black community of Toronto.
And there we have it. Is it the community, or is it three shit-stirrers?
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We have a new employee in our office. Let's call her Rita. Rita is a 40ish black lady who completed numerous tours with the US Army, then decided to go back to college and be with her children and husband instead of fighting the bad guys in other locales. Rita is a very pleasant lady with a quick wit, a delightful sense of humor, and abundant professionalism and ethics. An asset to any work place.
We had a court day the first Friday of January. This being her first experience in our court, I kind of showed her the ropes, introduced her around to the judge and other key figures she would need to work with, and walked her through the process of what we do on these days. During the morning recess, I went outside to smoke and she followed me as she is also an evil smoker.
During the break, the conversation turned to public schools and the curriculum therein. She proceeded to comment on how agenda driven it is, and made particular note of the American History classes. She stated that what was being taught was so incorrect as to be a joke. I nodded my agreement, sparing her my lincoln diatribe, but she went on to engage in her own lincoln tirade. Preachin' to the choir, I told her. She concluded that the campaign to rob American citizens of their true heritage and culture was the most shameful thing she had noticed since returning from her last deployment overseas.
I like this lady a lot...
Time passes, and we conclude the day's docket shortly after noon. We carpool to court, and she needed a ride to the office. Since most everyone else was going to lunch and I needed to swing by the office before eating, I offered her a ride.
In my truck. With the Confederate battle flag tag on the front, the Sons of Confederate Veterans tag on the back, and a mini Confederate battle flag suspended from the passenger side visor. As I wore my Sons of Confederate Veterans tie tack.
Not one word about it did she utter. Nor did her mannerisms change in the slightest. I also refrained from comment, instead talking about work matters. When we arrived at the office, she thanked me for the ride and said (paraphrased) that I had no reason to worry whether she felt uncomfortable, if in fact I did. She said that she had already formed a favorable opinion of me, so why would that be changed by the fact that I chose to celebrate my own heritage. She further stated that she had absolutely no opposition to the Confederate battle flag, as she was well aware that it had not one thing to do with slavery or any other racist connotation.
No change in our good relationship since then either.
See folks, it IS possible, but only through education.
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