HE WASN'T RACIST
He wasn't racist.
Ask anyone he knew. He wasn't about to patronise anyone by saying some of his best friends were black but... well, they were. But how could he explain that to a crowded carriage full of strangers? There was a perfectly innocent explanation, of course. But announcing to the entire train that he was doing an impression of Jar Jar Binks at the very second that the rest of them all fell silent clearly wasn't going to wash.
So he just sat there in silence, staring at his feet, felling the tiny daggers digging into the back of his head.
It wasn't fair. If they want to blame someone, they should blame George Lucas.
Ask anyone he knew. He wasn't about to patronise anyone by saying some of his best friends were black but... well, they were. But how could he explain that to a crowded carriage full of strangers? There was a perfectly innocent explanation, of course. But announcing to the entire train that he was doing an impression of Jar Jar Binks at the very second that the rest of them all fell silent clearly wasn't going to wash.
So he just sat there in silence, staring at his feet, felling the tiny daggers digging into the back of his head.
It wasn't fair. If they want to blame someone, they should blame George Lucas.
posted by Mark | 11:22 AM
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