Back in the ’80’s my mom and sister had a business. It was in the “Arts and Crafts.” They sold a lot of wooden decorations to white people. A lot of it was wooden “piccaninnies” with watermelons. White women like my mom at that time paid good money to decorate their houses with them.
I went to a baby shower for a friend in one of those neighborhoods a few years ago and I saw some of those “piccaninnies” and I knew exactly where I was.
I wouldn’t be surprised to find that same sort of decoration in this man’s house.
I hated every minute of the time I was guilted into selling that crap for my family. They knew how I felt and what I thought and they still asked me to help them. I hated every bit of it and I made sure they knew, but they also knew thay could force me to help.
It’s one of the worst things I have ever done.
I guess I am that evil person. I didn’t fight hard enough.
I don’t rub it in their faces either.
I’m the worst of the worst.