Conservative National Pastimes: Staring Down Blacks

If I hadn’t been bused, would it have bothered me when my brother sat with a shotgun on his front porch to “keep the black kids off the grass”? An equal-opportunity hater, he hated Jews, Spics, Niggers, Towel Heads and Gooks and never missed an opportunity to share his opinions. Busing meant groups of black kids got off the Rapid every day and had to walked past his house to get to West Tech. Seeing as he worked third shift at the factory, 8 a.m. would find him drinking beer on his front porch with his shotgun across his knees to stare down the black kids.