{"id":3543,"date":"2005-10-20T21:31:26","date_gmt":"2005-10-21T04:31:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/2005\/10\/20\/playing-the-race-card\/"},"modified":"2019-12-18T16:40:37","modified_gmt":"2019-12-19T00:40:37","slug":"playing-the-race-card","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/2005\/10\/20\/playing-the-race-card\/","title":{"rendered":"Playing the race card"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class='__iawmlf-post-loop-links' style='display:none;' data-iawmlf-post-links='[]'><\/div>\n<p>On our way home from Charlie&#8217;s tonight, Prairie and I got a sudden hankering for ice cream and stopped into the Baskin Robbins just down the street from our apartment. A couple of teenagers were hanging out in the store, chatting with their friends behind the counter.<\/p>\n<p>Sitting at one of the tables, a skinny black kid, decked out in street-standard clothes (sneakers, baggy jeans, oversize t-shirt) said, &#8220;I don&#8217;t think I could live with you people.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>His friend, a heavyset white guy with longish wavy hair in slacks, shirt and tie laughed and answered, &#8220;White?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What!?&#8221; the black kid said, and all of us started laughing. &#8220;I didn&#8217;t say that!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You said you couldn&#8217;t live with &#8216;you people&#8217;&#8230;!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Party animals!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The white kid laughed again. &#8220;<em>White<\/em>? Dude, <em>you&#8217;re<\/em> not supposed to be playing the race card&#8230;.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yo, man, no, party animals&#8230;.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You keep talkin&#8217;, all I&#8217;m hearin&#8217; is &#8216;fuck whitey!'&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>By this point, all of us were cracking up. Absolutely hilarious, good-natured needling between friends.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prairie and I got a sudden hankering for ice cream and stopped into the Baskin Robbins just down the street from our apartment. A couple of teenagers were hanging out in the store, chatting with their friends behind the counter. Sitting at one of the tables, a skinny black kid, decked out in street-standard clothes said, &#8216;I don&#8217;t think I could live with you people.&#8217;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2043],"tags":[6,13],"class_list":["post-3543","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal","tag-humor","tag-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3543","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3543"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3543\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3543"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3543"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3543"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}