there were three or four people at amber’s church who made friendly overtures to me. if i was going to be there very often, i would have made more of an effort to chat back at them.
who remembers when garrison keillor had an advice column at salon? i’m reading through a bunch of his old columns right now. he was good at it because he thinks the best of people. his advice was always warm and compassionate. he got tired of it, and they got somebody else to replace him, but i can’t read the new guy at all.
there are all these people i used to be impressed with, who value themselves as being hip and open-minded, and approve of everyone ... unless those other people aren’t hip and open-minded, of course.
there’s this old song by the specials, that features these lyrics:
If you have a racist friendwhich would mean that racists have nobody to talk to but other racists, leading to reinforcement and strengthening of their beliefs. i can’t agree that such a practice would be a good idea. hey, racists: over here. talk to me.
now is the time, now is the time for your friendship to end