While in town yesterday afternoon, I drove my Challenger to a local carwash situated near the highway. It’s a habitual trip for me, as I’m there every other weekend. To access the vacuum, I parked out in front, where a woman in the process of finishing up her truck’s interior had complimented my vehicle. It’s a prominent sports car; people stare at me frequently these days.
Once the vacuum’s timer was up for me, & the hose shut off, I withdrew from my car. Though the wind had strewn hair over my face, I was able to discern a nearby pickup truck, which suddenly accelerated away. As it did, the driver, in whom envy & racism welled up, shouted: “NIGGER!”
The unexpected nature of the slur rendered me so baffled that I could only manage a disillusioned: “What the fu—did that just happen?”
To racists, anyone with a dark complexion seems worthy of contempt. In truth, I’m sort of an ethnic mongrel, but that’s beside the point. If my car was inconspicuous & in disrepair, I doubt that I would have been noticed at all. That redneck, gnawed on by envy, revealed his inner repugnance.
It was a cowardly thing.