Casual Racism
My mum is frightening to be out with sometimes, because she is a fraction on the racist side. The excuse is that back in the 1930s she spent years growing up in the Sudan, because her father was something to do with the railways. So her formative years were all white supremacy, black servants and pink gins. And she's carried this forwards, I'm sad to say. Mostly she keeps it buttoned up, but every now and then she comes up with a purler.

Like, for example, the time when my car broke down one hot afternoon in Reading. We were sitting with the windows wound down, sweltering at the roadside waiting for the AA man to appear when a large Black Mercedes convertible pulled up in front of us, and a large Black gentleman hopped out and headed for the post office.

My mother tutted loudly. I tensed, ready for flight.

"How can he afford a car like that?" she muttered at the top of her lungs. I frantically started winding up the windows.

"I expect he must be a drug dealer" she confided Fortissimo as I tried hard not to catch the poor fellow's eye.

I have challenged her about these statements, to no avail; my wife assures me that she only does these things because she knows it annoys me. I'm not so sure, frankly. But she's my mum; what can you do?
(richardm, Thu 11 Feb 2010, 16:08, 5 replies)

Tell her not to do it or you'll put her in a home?

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 11 Feb 2010, 16:15, closed)

We're getting close to that point
Since most of the care homes locally are stuffed with Filipino nurses it should be quite hilarious.

Actually that sounds pretty good, I might sign up myself.
(richardm, Thu 11 Feb 2010, 16:20, closed)

Me too.
See you there!

*geriatrics*
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 11 Feb 2010, 16:21, closed)

White supremacists in Africa
*has brain failure from trying to comprehend*
(RVD420 has his world coming down on, Thu 11 Feb 2010, 16:19, closed)

It should be laughable, but
a few years back I was working at a Merc dealership. All the sales staff were given Mercs to use. The one black guy drove an ole Peugeot because otherwise he would get stopped at least once a week by the police. Institutionalised wossname, that is.
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Thu 11 Feb 2010, 16:41, closed)