"An older white man wearing a wet suit and jeans in Louisiana, (mind you aint no beaches or waves by Louisiana... we were at a natural spring in a healer's backyard but still... #pettywap... ) he observes my partner wearing khaki colored army pants... The man with his wet suit and floppy hat proudly asks, "are you in the military?" My partner, patiently replies, "no, why?" - "well son, your pants..." My partner chuckles a laugh at the mans not so foolish question and answers, "naw, I just shop at the Good Will."
The man continues to say, "eh - well, no use in joining now any way, I joined when their were real issues - Vet for WWII... I was fighting against genocide."
BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY Yall Muh Fuckers was also committing Genocide joining a war and if you think ain't no genocide going on now you stupid as fuck...
I almost feel guilty having these wonderful ass days where I wish I would have challenged him, instead of actually challenging... but I couldn't come down from my high to be bothered to deal with the BS that was leaving his mouth.
Later in the day, the man observes the smooth, tree-adorned, chocolate shoulder of my dear friend. "Oh, is that the tree of life tattoo on your back"
"it's a tree of life of sorts. There is actually blood on the branches of this tree. It pays homage to the ancestors who were lynched..."
"Oh, Dear God!" He responds.
Not another word left his lips. Not one.
Was he calling on god to belittle our ancestors truth, or in shock that some one would adorn themselves with such a memory?
I wonder - if he realizes...
The genocide never ended.