Where I live on the north side of Charlotte. there are 3 walmarts for us rich and famous people to chose from. My wife and I refer to the one further north as “redneck Walmart” (better sporting goods and automotive section), “mall Walmart” (bigger, newer, and cleaner than the rest), and “ghetto Walmart” (closest to the city, most likely one to see people walking around in shower caps and slippers or to hear someone screaming, but best international foods selection).
So today I went to ghetto Walmart at lunch. Not relevant to the story, but I couldn’t help but notice a really fat white pady wearing a BLM fist shirt on the way in.
On the way out as Im approaching my car, I see that the car next to me is the “Trumpest” car Ive ever seen. American flags on the windows, Trump stickers everywhere, and as I see the passenger seat, there is a seat cover with a Trump mask attached to it making it look like Trump is riding shotgun.
So I think to myself, this person must really have a death wish to fly this shit at ghetto Walmart. I want to get out of here quick so I don’t get caught in the inevitable driveby shooting.
Then I look at the driver, and it was a middle aged black woman.
I thought about giving her the thumbs up, but I was still suspicious that it might be some kind of trap or social experiment.
Long story short, race doesn’t divide us. Acquired neurosis and the victimization and manipulation of black people by white liberals does, but its always nice to see a glimmer of hope.