I’m currently living and working in a burgeoning cow town in Florida called Okeechobee. I work at a liquor store. ABC Liquor, precisely. I just recently moved here from New Hampshire, taking a semester off from college to relax and enjoy the hurricanes until school again in the Fall. I find the differences in culture interesting and stimulating. People down here are a lot less uptight. They’re friendlier. They’re a lot more likely to say what’s on their mind. There’s a lot more racism. There are also a lot more idiots and people with low IQs. I wonder why that is. I think whites are a majority in Okeechobee, but there are also a lot of blacks and Hispanics (lots of illegals – in fact, I live in a trailer park teeming with illegals) and together they probably outnumber whites. I work with all white people. It’s weird, because the people I work with are actually very smart and fun people to be around. None of my coworkers are racists. In fact, my manager is married to a black guy and another coworker has a black girlfriend. Technically, there is one racist, but he is a closet racist. He keeps it to himself. Black people even like him, though he calls them niggers behind their backs. Personally, I’m a very nice guy in the real world. And I try to treat everybody the same – and I believe I do a good job at it. I don’t let my behavior hint of discrimination at all, racial or otherwise. I don’t give any indication other than that of a wholesome, good-doing, god fearing Christian. I’m 6 feet tall, have blond hair, blue eyes and of apparent good stock. Judging from the responses from women, I’m good looking. And yet black people hate me. I get hassled nearly everyday by black people; actively discriminated against. It’s usually something incomprehensibly asinine – to the point that I’m almost laughing in their faces. Like, one customer I dealt with told me he didn’t like the way I “snatched his money.” I actually didn’t quite understand what he was saying because I’m used to people enunciating their words. Much to my amazement, my coworker was able to tokenize his stream of vowels and translate to me that black people hate me. Oh. Yesterday a black woman came in to get some Cruzan. I rang it up and then put down the credit card receipt with pen on the counter for her to sign – exactly as I do with every other customer who pays credit. She loudly explains that it was very rude of me to “throw the pen and receipt” at her. She’s apparently not done being an irrational sow. She goes on and basically repeats what she already said about 4 times in a few different ways and then adds, “…because I know you don’t want to touch me.” I was a bit stunned at her unfortunate and yet hilarious confluence of audacity and low IQ revealing itself so completely and shamelessly. I think she wanted me to apologize and explain that I didn’t mean for it to be taken that way and that I was indeed, not a racist – in other words, apologize for being white. So I pretended like I didn’t hear any of it. I took her stub, handed her the receipt, gave her a condescending smile and a “Have a nice day.” My coworker was stunned at the exchange. He told me I’m too aryan. And for that, I’m not going to apologize to anyone. I don’t get it. I treat them the same as everybody else. I don’t have the same problem with the Mexican customers. They’re actually quite amiable and of typically happy dispositions. I might be giving a slightly inaccurate idea of how it happens. Actually, most of the blacks that come in are cool and I have no problems with and I can actually joke around with them. In fact, a black woman even asked me out one time. But I still get hassled with stupid petty racist bullshit by them on a nearly daily basis – which I don’t get from any other people. Should I treat them better than the other customers so they don’t do this? Should I have my coworkers ring up black customers? I’m at a loss here.