I don't live the Jenkins family reunion. My family isn't like that. Grandma doesn't bake pies. Uncle doesn't carve the ham. No knitted sweaters, no family rituals, I don't even think my aunts and uncles know when my birthday is. But apparently this Thanksgiving, I've got the token ignorant family member at the table.
I walk into the dining room and hear my mom chatting with my father's cousin, saying things that you don't want to know...
Racist Second Cousin: ... so it's not that they're not smart?
Mother: It really isn't, so you can't just make those assumptions. If my kids hear you say that, they'll call you a racist.
That's right, Mama, we taught you well.
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happy thanksgiving. ah, everyone in this great united kingdom keeps asking me what i'm thankful for.
haha, did i ever tell you about that time i shared a car with five chinese people? i suffered the most horribly racist comments i'd ever heard. for some reason i didn't think asians were racist.
...and then i went to japan, where they feature the only black man in the country on a show called 'bigmouth,' and sell floppy rubber masks of the same name in some random stores. i almost cried when i saw one.
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