So a canvasser goes to a woman's door in Washington, Pennsylvania. Knocks. Woman answers. Knocker asks who she's planning to vote for. She isn't sure, has to ask her husband who she's voting for. Husband is off in another room watching some game. Canvasser hears him yell back, "We're votin' for the n***er!"
Woman turns back to canvasser, and says brightly and matter of factly: "We're voting for the n***er."
Saturday, October 18, 2008
This presumably true story appears in the FiveThirtyEight blog. I'm not sure what to think about it. Part of me is horrified, the other, in a strange way, gratified. These are proud racists who don't realize that they are not racists anymore. That's good, isn't it?