“It’s not that I’m racist,” he says, “I just don’t like spades.”
I immediately make a joke to try to circumvent his inevitable excruciating racist diatribe,
“So how do you do your gardening?”
The puzzled look in his eyes suggests I might just as well have said the same thing in Russian; he doesn’t get it, it didn’t work.
“No…” he says, “sorry, not spades, I mean blacks.”
Fuck I think, here we go again…
Thursday, May 03, 2007
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I think there's a line in the importance of being Earnest when one rich upper class woman says something like "I'm glad to say. I call a spade a spade."
The other woman then says "I'm glad to say. I've never seen a spade."
I think the literal meaning of the word Spade was in use here. I doubt strongly that Oscar Wilde was been racist. Because he was a poof wasn't he.
I hear rather too much "i'm not saying XYZ, but...".
Admittedly, it's often me, but there you go.
I qualify my diatribes against people by admitting that I'm a misanthrope.
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