Met a very nice man at his garage sale … Sadly, he felt compelled to tell me how Blacks bounced checks when he was a banker … He does this in sotto voce so the White folks browsing cannot hear … All my life I have been confronted by the choice to stay quiet or to jump up screaming, “You can’t see it in my face but such a surprise I have for you.” I don’t fight as much in these golden years … I just pray for my President. When someone is a real jerk, it is easy to deal with their racism but when a seemingly kind and good person lets it slip, that really tends to throw one off the game. At least, it does me. The truth of the matter is that many really mean no harm and are just repeating what they learned or what most of their family thinks. I have always been very proud of my cousins … never once did they call me a name … but like the vast majority of White folks, to them, you are what they see. In looking at me, they see White so I am White. That’s okay as long as I never forget from whence I came … and I never will. In fact, I once worked for an African American Superintendent who told me that I was the Blackest of all his administrators … I took it as a compliment.