Come on White Folks...Be a Sport.

After all, you guys are partly to blame for this whole First Black President thing. When the official numbers came in that faithful Tuesday night, I was overcome with emotion. I was not as emotional as my mother however, who stripped naked, ran around the house, cried hysterically, then threw up in the kitchen. BUT my heart was so filled with pride and joy I almost combusted. Going to work that Wednesday morning was eerily quiet though. I sat at my desk for about 10 minutes trying to mush my cheeks together because i could not wipe my crazy both-rows-of-teeth-showing smile off of my face. I am not sure if its because i am the only person of color in my office, but i definitely felt a lull in the atmosphere. When I walked outside, I saw black people greeting each other with congratulations and noticed the young black men walking a little bit more upright. But one disturbing scene took place across the street where 3 police officers on bicycles arrested 3 young black men and had them handcuffed and on display on a sidewalk bench. I thought to myself, ehh they were probably up to no good, but damn. Why the whole public shabang? I retreated to my office and finished out my day with coffee and pleasant customer service.

But today...
a bitch coulda gotten bloshed the fuck up.

So this bitch, who shall remain nameless because she doesn't need any more fame than what she has in the office, stepped over the line today. She talks loud for no reason. She has no concept of an indoor voice and when she whispers you would think she just said some shit RIGHT to you. Anyways, I see her stand up from her desk and walk into one of the attorney's office. She says,
"HEY PHIL, I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU VOTED FOR BUT TAKE A LOOK AT THIS TEXT MESSAGE."
All of a sudden I hear the theme song to none other than "Sanford and Son". Sanford and Son, in case I have to spell it out, was a show in the 1970's about a black, grumpy man who collected a whole lot of crap and was pretty country. So, I can only imagine what that text must have looked like. Was it Barack and Michelle and dem' in a big red pick up truck moving into the white house? Who knows. I heard her and the attorney laugh a big laugh. While she was walking back to her desk I kindly asked her, "What kind of text message was that?" She replied, "a funny one." Then sat her beach blond ass down.

I was steaming.

I got up, went to the bathroom and came back just in time to see a crowd of people around her desk laughing it up to the same haunting Sanford and Son theme song. As i walked towards them--the laughter came to a screeching halt and everyone dispersed like roaches and went to their desks. I immediately went to see my supervisor (who is def cool) who then emailed the bigot bitch and told her to come into the office for a meeting (minus me of course). Later on when I asked my supervisor what happened, she informed me that Bitch refused to show her the text message. hmmm i fucking wonder why.

Look, white people. I have always been really big fans of you guys. I'm not color blind, rather I am color conscience and I am always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. But when you work at a company for hundreds of years and you think you can get away with any type of shit you want, there might be a rude awakening. white folks, you should be proud too. You should be rejoiciing with us minorities and consider this as a favor to yourselves for electing such a fine-ass, intelligent man. Forget him being black. And for you white folks who voted for Obama "in the closet" persay...thank you too. But don't front like you're all mad now because Blackie won. This was a small step for man, but a giant step (in some new Jordans that just dropped) for mankind.