We went to eat dinner tonight at a restaurant on "the strip", which is a place where a lot of college students tend to hang out. Which normally doesn't bother me any more than being in any public place bothers me (which is a lot, but I can't be a hermit, so I go), but tonight it did.
A group of girls and one boy came in after us and they sat diagonally across from us. One of the girls began to talk, loudly, about black people.
I won't repeat what she was saying. It really wasn't nice. At all.
And did I jump up and tell her to go to hell and die?
Did I tell her that I was ashamed of her and her horrible attitude?
Did I say, "How would you feel if I said something moronic and stupid about your guy friend who is obviously a homosexual, even though he's totally in denial about it?"
No. I said nothing. I did nothing.
And now I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed of myself for doing nothing. I'm ashamed of myself for working for the past nine years teaching my children that you can't judge people based on the color of their skin or how much they weigh or how little or much money they have, and yet I let some little eighteen year old twit sit there and denigrate everything I've taught them and everything I believe and I didn't jump up and do something.
Sometimes I just do a miserable job at being a decent human being.