When I was four, I came home from playing with my across-the-street neighbor Meb and went looking for my father.
“Daddy,” I said, “what’s a nigger-loving kike?”
As soon as he recovered from his apoplectic fit, he asked, “Why?”
“Meb says that her daddy says that you are one.”
And people ask me why I’m never going back to South Carolina.
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