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Edited on Wed Aug-01-07 11:54 AM by skater314159
... but that was because I was in a small (by my standards) town in Texas... I was stuck there after my dad was killed because I had to quit college and take care of the family business. It was awful.
The Jewish community of the county had to meet in secret because of all the prosyletizers, so I couldn't join up with them. The Catholic community was pretty insular, because as "brown people" (i.e. Hispanics) they were persecuted. I was accepted and supported by them (I'm a half-Socialist Catholic/half-Jew) and they didn't really care where I was from or what ethnicity I was. They were kind, loving people who would give you the shirt off their backs. It was sad because a lot of them were really poor, but they supported each other because social services and governmental support in the community were nil. (Getting on food stamps or social aid would get a family persected)
Most of the whites in the community were hatefilled, rude, bitter people who would stalk me in the Wal-Mart (yes, the *only* store in the county to buy food and stuff at besides Dollar General ~sigh~) parking lot to accost me with Chick Pamphlets and to tell me that my dad was in Hell. They also would come by my house to bother me there. The worst was one day when the *KKK* came by to give me pamphlets. I didn't know they like, really existed... I know that's ignorant of me - being in college and all - but still, you don't ever expect a member of the KKK to knock on your door! I found out from the family across the street that the last cross burning happened when the first blacks moved into town - in 1980. That really *freaked* me out. I loved when the Mormons would come by, cause at least they didn't tell me I was going to hell and we could have a bitch session about being "pounded by xian fundies" - which tells you something.
Luckily, I got a job and got the hell outta there. Getting back to nature for a bit helped me to re-ground myself, get in touch with God/ess and my ancestors, and heal. And just so you don't think this like happened in the 1950's or something - my dad died late 2004. I remember it was right before the election, because he was killed, and they came by the house to tell me that anti-war signs and John Kerry signs meant he was in hell and I was going there too. It was awful.
I shared this because if it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed hateful people like that are in America - but then my dad raised me to be a Socialist Cathli-Jew Bleeding-Heart Hippie. And as to the original thread question - I don't care - as long as you're cool with my beliefs I'll be cool with yours. If you're not cool, I'll just avoid you in the future.
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